REALITY HANDS 3

thought scour No Glykon my eyes are gripping the road. the steering wheel is seeming to flake off on in my hands. my fingers are clutched. i am thinking, crash( crash[ crash( crash triangle[ plus one additional crash for crash triangle( and one for any qualifier i can think of.)] inside of a skull on a non-Euclidian plain or whatever.), i am having this compulsion often.] crash) crash crash crash. “do you ever get a compulsion to crash your car into something while you’re driving?” “….” “not that you would act on it, but like… a controlled compulsion.” “….” “….” “yeah.” “….” “why?”