Help

I am falling through an imploding tunnel, enclosing upon me until there is no space left.
I rise from my position to find myself surrounded by a crowd enriched with societal retardation.
I run from my station and push through the crowd, breaking the planks underfoot whilst remaining aloft.
Eventually I feel pylons pass through me as stars call out my name, coercing me to move towards them.
I inch ever closer to them and see that which has been led by an eagle chasing a capybara in a playful display.
A grassy knoll meets my feet whilst a glacier meets my enemy.
We engage in frivolous dancing around a half-eaten plane and proceed to walk through each other.
I swim out to a forgotten sandwich as it fulfils desires unknown.
I stand up and look in the mirror.
A bear appears behind me and walks away.
I run back to the knoll and face my enemy.
We approach each other.
I feel free and cathartic.
I feel as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I am able to stand again.
Help.
I am a Watermelon.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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