I smell air that smells like wet cigarettes. I do not smell the wet cigarettes themselves.
I feel like my hands are three or four times the size of what they really are.
I am very aware of my teeth being in my mouth.
I become aware of my awareness,
I become hyperaware of my awareness,
then I become hyperaware of my hyperawareness,
and finally I feel drawn toward the shore of transcendence.
...and I step off onto this new land.
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