11-5-2025 Transcript of audio log, dyslexic
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There's a net closing in on the universe. Not the entire universe, But imagine if you drew a stick figure on a piece of paper and put a cup over him. A pint glass, but more cylindrical to where the walls don't become further apart or closer together, if you were to push the cup through the table. That's what's happening to us, but I don't know what dimension it is, but it's a higher one.
00:00:30
It covers a pretty decent amount of our universe, although it's obviously still a minority of it. It um, It's pushing through it just getting smaller and smaller or not smaller and smaller, but closer and closer to that day when the bottom of the cup meets us. And I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know if it'll pull us along with it and separate us from the rest, or if it'll go right through us, or if it'll just make us stop. It's hard to see all this happening because it's so big. And I still feel like a human.
00:01:28
But as I perceive that time passes, I feel less and less so. I remember waking up next to you in a bed that was not made, hung over as shit, and we just kept fucking.
00:01:58
I had had one of the worst nightmares that night before. I imagined that I was standing at a wooden gate, and as I turned around, there was a line of people marching towards me men, women, and children all emaciated. And I pulled open those gates and they walked into that room. And I closed the doors. And then when I opened them they were all hanging from the roof, impaled on pipes through their chests, right where their neck meets their torso. And I was so overcome with guilt. I felt like I participated in the worst possible thing. And I got my rifle and I pointed it at the nearest guard. And I shot him. And I woke up. And that's when we started fucking.