If I could only think, I'd know what's wrong with me.
It's kind of funny, because I think what's wrong is that I can't think. So I think I can't think, but if I could think, I could think why I can't think, but then I wouldn't need to think about thinking or not thinking...I think. I'm not sure. I get kind of dizzy trying to work it all out, and the dizzy feeling is kind of funny. I start to giggle, and by the time I'm done laughing, I can't remember what was so funny. It was something about a dizzy feeling, I know that...
I know I used to be able to remember stuff real easy. There was another me, a smart me. I can see her in my head. She's saying stuff, and I know it must be smart, because I can't understand it. It's something about "optic nerds", or something. I don't know what kind of nerds those are, but she's saying how you can, like, beam this signal that she found out about to the optic nerds that does something to people's heads. Something about "dampening" their brain, or part of their brain, or something. I don't know how getting someone's head wet would be bad, but she said it would be wrong. She said it'd be...I dunno. Mean, or something. She used a lot of big words in there, but I could tell from the way she was talking what she really meant. She said to the other guy that they shouldn't do it.
The other guy looks kind of like a nerd. I wonder for a second if he's an optic nerd, but then I get kind of distracted by all the pink sparkles. Everything's pink and sparkly, everywhere I look. It's like the whole world is covered in pixie dust. It's really pretty. I move my arm, and a bunch of pink sparkles follow it. I could sit here forever, waving my hand back and forth and watching the little pink sparkles trail behind it. I wonder how they know where my hand is going to go?
It feels kind of familiar. I think I've been doing this for a while now, watching the sparkly lights and forgetting, um...forgetting...oh, shoot. I forgot what it was I keep forgetting. I know I used to be better at remembering stuff, but I don't remember what happened to make me forget. It's all so confusing! It's like, if I was smart I'd know why I'm dumb, but then I wouldn't be dumb, and it just makes my head hurt trying to figure it all out. So I watch the sparkles for a little while. The sparkles don't make my head hurt at all. They make my head feel good.
I feel really good, now. Not just my head, but all of me. My pussy's all itchy and horny, and I think maybe I need to get laid. I try to remember how long it's been since I got laid, and it must be a long time, because I can't remember. Or else it's just hard to remember things, now. There's a big pink fog in my head where the memory parts are, and it's kind of hard to see through. But I think I haven't had a good fuck in ages. I think the old me, the smart me, she got good at finding other things to think about besides how horny she was. But there's not enough stuff in my head now to keep me from feeling horny.
I kind of remember that now, through the fog. I think the other guy, the nerd, he said...oh, yeah! He said that was why he made the thing that beams the thing into the other thing! He wanted to make horny bimbo girls! The smart me was so mad about that. I think she wanted to make, um...smart girls that never got laid. Or something. God, do I want to fuck somebody right now. Maybe I should at least take off my clothes and finger myself. Maybe if I wasn't so horny, I could think better.
There are pink sparkles all over my clothes, too, as I take them off. There are pink sparkles everywhere, even in the air. Every time I look, I just see them twinkling in the air, on everything I see, on everything I touch...but I can't touch them. I wonder why I can see them, but I can't touch them or taste them. Then I feel it, while I'm pulling off my shirt. I'm wearing glasses! That's what it is--the sparkles are in the glasses! That's why they look like they're everywhere! I'm so
