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letra de hypnagogic hallucinations - the narcissist cookbook

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–ey heard a soft rapping upon the upper windows, and a chorus of scr-ping and rasping as though a dense forest were pressed flush against the walls of their tower

but of course there was no forest

and there had never been a forest

—

i find it really difficult to sleep
without some sort of sound playing
because
when on the rare occassions i am
forced to sleep in silence

i hear things

sometimes it’s something nice

there’s an orchestra i hear somеtimes
i hear them tuning up
and thеn they play some composition
that i don’t recognise

most of the time, though
all i hear are
voices
lots of voices
all at once
distant and indistinct to begin with like
like i’m sitting in a busy cafeteria
you know?

i can’t pick out the words
but
eventually
as i drift off
one of the voices becomes louder
than the others

i–
it’s difficult to explain this
to somebody who hasn’t experienced it

but
it really feels
like somebody has leant over me
in my bed
and spoken
directly
into my
ear
—

— the echo of her call took so long to return that she almost mistook it for the voice of another – lost, like her, in the vast, seemingly endless hallway

- the narcissist cookbook

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