Asking a serious philosopical cuestion about the true nature of the Entity called reality. i just had one two days ago this...change in cerebral chemistry when my brain was burning in flames from a terrible sepsis fever that i still suffer right now, soaked in sweat no drugs needed, And me too see one of this fucking things "pain feeding beings" you name them, oh my fucking god i never think my mind was capable to create such infernal imagery, i cant describe It even close....was..like a fucking mummy with a nun dress her eyes like the ones of the aliens named "the greys" big and completely dark emotionless she was sitting with face semi inclined like a granny in contemplation, the line of her lips horizontal no smile,but all!!! In the eyes in the mouth scream a sadistic pleasure then i say without talking with my toughts...so you are the death? No? And the pleasure in the face only grow More, then i scream no you are other thing!! And the enjoyment grows More in that fucking thing.
That thing stay changing positions in my room all night smiling without smile And i screaming without noise you fucking thing!!!! Go away!! Convulsing in sweat and fever.
Once i ask a friend the same thing i say reality Is perception he says noup reality Is movement, i say then why when you have a hard fever all seems like going in slow motion Cam? he says and what you thing that the heath makes to the particles?...make them move, movement...