Visual distortions outlined

Alone in the mirror

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I have in the past touched briefly on my hallucinations, whether it be simply visual snow or artifacts my best has been done to properly explain the texture, color, and size of distortions that I encounter. Up to this point I do feel that overall I’ve been almost completely ineffective at sharing what I see, though in my defense it is tough to accurately represent something visual in words… especially hallucinations. So I devoted a drunken day and spent it representing my visual states visually.
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Making tea to calm my stomach

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Obviously it would have been incredibly hard to create perfect replicas of what I see but what I did was take pictures of what I was looking at and then manipulated the picture until it looked as I remembered seeing it… That is to say the images are actually incredibly close to reality, at least my own. Within my everyday life these are common occurrences and though they don’t make up the whole of my perceptions they are most definitely often happening… For the most part it isn’t untruth wholly created within my head but my mind’s insolence seems to manifest itself in small distortions of my vision. The most common one likely being a flickering or white noise that flows down walls and flat surfaces…. Every time I look at a wall there is a film of moving perspective washing over it. Placed above the surface there is moving swirling and flickering, giving a droll sort of life to those inanimate objects. Sometimes it will alter colors as well, adding an odd tint to my vision. It will come on like this; I will be going about my tasks as I should, completely unruffled… then I will look at something that I know quite well and realize that it is off in some way. Its too bright, too vivid and completely thee wrong hue, then I will look around and realize that everything is a little off… Ill shrug and move on because it isn’t that big of a deal. The visual snow as well is almost a constant and I actually never noticed it for the longest time because…. well it was just there and thats what it looked like… but then I actually began to think about it a little bit and realized it was not normal. The static and artifacts I think can actually be quite closely related to myodesopsia.
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“Look how pretty the lights are!”

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For the most part these are generally unobtrusive, since it’s just distortions on my perceptions and not simply fabricated perceptions I can generally work around them. Actually in many cases what I see can be quite beautiful. Whether it be swirling colors or floating shapes it’s always new and incredibly interesting to look at, with expanding geometric patterns and occurrences they can hold my thoughts for hours. What does cause me fright though is complete fabrications (what you’d think of when you hear hallucination) and my misinterpretation of faces. My head does conjure up things that are not in any sense true and right, things that are more often than not absurd ex. A thumb falling off and rolling away/ A human head rolling out from under some bushes/ or a shadow following closely/. Now frankly those can be be incredibly surprising and halting experiences that cause me to falter in thought but over all I guess you could say that the visions are appreciated.
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trying to clear up the blurriness

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Now the next big format of hallucination is facial distortions, these are frightening, debilitating, and simply unnecessary and certainly unappreciated. This happens in one of two ways 1. I cannot remember a face of someone I know well or 2. A face (either my own or another’s) begins to drip/melt and become misshapen.
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Imagine walking to a mirror and looking at your own face and having it not be your own, seeing someone most certainly… but someone who isn’t truly you. You’re standing there pale as white china trying to find some semblance of a self in your reflection and your eyes start to drop into your head and your pupils seem to be leaking down your cheeks. Your nose forehead and brow becomes exaggerated and the proportions of your face begin to delve in to fantasy. You’re lost in the reflection so fascinated by its lack of resemblance to much of anything and then it begins to hit you. Walloped dead center in the middle of your chest with existential terror. Who are you? Who is that in  the mirror? WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
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fuck… time to sleep

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There has been more than just a few occasions where faces have rightfully fucked me up… Its due to this seemingly relapsing inability to process expression, or simple what a face is. I try to avoid looking at faces often when intoxicated because that only intensifies the inaccurate perceptions in an absolutely horrifying way.
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not quite seeing double

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I will eventually update with more explanation/images but for now i think this is plenty
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“get a breath of fresh air”
my arm is looking a little pink
“you alright? take a seat.”
who’s there?
it does make everything more lively though

I Feel Like a Zucchini

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I feel like a zucchini
Who’s lying on the counter
Fresh bought from the market
Ready to be chopped, sliced and diced
Broiled and thrown down a gullet
But instead poor me
I was taken to the bedroom
And greeted by a certain
More aroused sort of mouth
Pink and moist
It was quite unpleasant
I felt defaced
And now I’m here
Lying in the trash can
Inedible and incredibly used
I only wish I could have been
A little bit more
Than just a toy.

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Intoxication

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I feel a strong urge to hide under a vanishing guise of intoxication. It makes me sickly, a lil icky and overall an overexposed mess. That’s all to make for proper bad but what few see is that intoxication brings a very visible void with its existense. For in normal life there is regret, commitment, and uncertainty… When I use something to remove myself I am within a cone of unsolicited nothingness… It’s beautiful in a sense but it is utterly and unexplainably engulfing. It’s a scary feeling for me to experience a lack of control over perception; I need to take a minute, to recalibrate my orientation of motion and aim more towards an existence of controlled steadiness.
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My Mate

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Everything’s a fucking joke my mate says… We’re sitting on the edge of a cliff, not the biggest cliff to be fair but it’s still a damn cliff. We were both young, blue balled by youth and looking for a way to retire anxiety so we would climb up to this mountain and dance on the edge every once and a while. It was a nice escape from the rigid existence we led daily. It gave us a power, it was harmless… Till my mate said everything’s a fucking joke, as soon as I heard that my heart fell to the earth. My head was turned to the right and I was watching an eagle hunt for lunch, stalking the skies from north to south then east to west. My mate was on my left out of sight and as I turned around in horror I knew he was gone; and I was right. He was depressed, lonely and angry and he had the fucking gall to pop his broken body off of the edge, with me right beside. I croaked, unable to scream. He was gone, the trees below swaying deftly in the wind. I had heard no crack, no splat, and no cries. He had been silently enveloped by the green grasp of the forest; it was too peaceful. I began to bleed tears and horror, frantically clawingg my way up the moss away from the edge I had… We had been on, together. I made it far enough to where I could be swallowed by the forest and then I dropped on the needle ridden turf with a silent thump, and began to cry some more.
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Delirium

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As I’ve said before there is this delirium continually encroaching upon my psyche. Sitting in the corner, covered by a thin veil of cerulean shadow… Slowly poking toe after toe out of the dark. It’s frightening sometimes…. Sometimes it isn’t though as I feel like those toes are my own, those yellow tinted eyes that stare at me from above. Those two glowing orbs are familiar… They feel as my own nose feels; ingrained, and I cannot quite pin down as to why but they give me hope. Seeing that creature seep limb by limb from the shadow makes me smile and removes my longing gaze from existence.
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