The air swirled around his head, alive with colours and shapes and patterns. A tinted houndstooth kaleidoscope which morphed, changed, twisted and buckled into nothingness the more he looked.
He breathed deeply. This was heavy. This was the kind of rush they’d always spoken about but that he’d never experienced himself. He could feel the slight tinge of panic rise in his chest, that this might be uncontrollable, but he remembered what Wizard had said to him. Wizard, the wise one, the one who had been down these hallucinogenic spirals so many times before.
Repeating the mantra over and over again he overcame the beginnings of the agitation and settled down to enjoy the trip.
The stuff was so fresh and that made the difference. A sound outside became a repeating charm in his head, the buzzing in his ears blending with it creating a doped-up doppler effect. He sat back in his chair, his skin clammy, forehead beaded with sweat.
He felt amazing. Invincible. Destructive. Powerful. Yet at the same time small, his place in the world so insignificant when he could see all the colours of the universe dancing before him. He wanted more. He would always want more. He couldn’t imagine never wanting more.
He opened the bottle of Tippex thinner, snorted lustfully, and turned back to his PC where his World of Warcraft character cast a spell which sent a shadowy bolt surging towards an unknown enemy.
To Nigel it looked like effervescent slaughter.
You sure his name isn’t Colin?
Ever read Neuromancer by William Gibson Twenty?
heh, Div. It probably should have been.
Sir Dancealot – no, I haven’t. Should I?
Does Tippex thinner really do all that?
It does if you’re a nerd
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Yea twenty your article just reminded me of his prose style you might like it?…sry for de late reply…