![]() 10/02/2013 at 00:50 • Filed to: Untold stories of kinja | ![]() | ![]() |
You fall asleep. The spiral of weight and darkness spits you out in a French cafe. The waitress asks if you'd like coffee. You say yes.
"What kind?"
"Black," you sternly reply.
Not a single one of your facial muscles moved; she knows you're a real man. You pick up a newspaper and turn to the classifieds, even though you can't read French. No one knows this but you.
Suddenly, a man approaches. He wears a trench coat. It 's July . He opens the coat; You look away, naturally. One. Two. Three seconds pass. You cave in and look. The man is wearing a Blipshift T-shirt.
"Are you from New Jersey?" you ask.
He replies, "It doesn't matter where I'm from—what matters is that I'm here. It doesn't matter where I'm from—what matters is that I'm here."
Silence. You shift your eyes left, then right. The waitress returned with your coffee. She raises an eyebrow.
You respond to the man with a question: "What are you here for?"
"I'm here to do some things. I'm here to do some things."
More silence. Just as you're about to ask the man why he repeats himself, the waitress turns into a Citroen DS. The air suspension lowers. The man gets in. She drives away.
A burst of light engulfs your senses. You now stand at the summit of Mount Blanc. The mountain speaks.
"Are you still confused about what happened at the cafe?"
"Yes, mountain. I am."
"Let me describe to you the meaning of this occurrence: The cafe is Oppositelock. You are a poster. The strange man is another poster. His repetitive sentences represent the dreaded Kinja double post. The woman/Citroen represents death."
Suddenly you become lucid. Now understanding the vision, you are free to roam your dream GTA style. You don a wingsuit. You leap off the edge, and the adventure begins.
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Was this inspired by my double post? Damn, that's funny!
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No, not specifically. It's been happening A LOT lately.
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Acid is a hell of a drug
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That was an inspired piece. Well done.
![]() 10/02/2013 at 01:39 |
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That was an inspired piece. Well done.
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I see what you did there
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I see what you did there
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The entire world fades away and you come to. It was all a dream. You look around and discover that you are Jimmi Hendrix, playing to a sold out crowd.
You think to yourself, "Maybe I should stop putting acid in my headband."
"Nah," you mutter out loud as you finish shredding to Purple Haze.