Moments of Whoa.

Reality bites, they say. But compared to surreality, it but nibbles. Gums, even. Like an old dog sans teeth, gnawing bone.

Does anyone else get these, I wonder. What I've come to call Surreality Attacks.

They really are just moments of Whoa. Nothing in particular triggers it. Or, if you insist on the two-facedness of it all, everything triggers it.

You could just be walking, walking, walking and...

Whoa.

Everything becomes a little out of focus, a little less tangible. As the term suggests, it's an odd, dreamlike state. You're just a...consciousness. Sure, you're moving. And you're still in control. Think raise arm, and arm raises. Keep walking, and you do.

If only that applied to penises. But I suppose that's another matter altogether.

But, yes. There you are. Nothing around you has changed, yet at the same time, it all has. You're all drifty and floaty and there's a little part of you screaming that running into the path of speeding car to see what happens is not a good idea. Really.

People you pass and passing you become much more interesting. Instead of only focusing on the ones with cute buttox, you start to wonder, in wonder, about them. These are all...also minds. Which are the wolves and which, the sheep? What would it feel like to touch a mind? Reach...

Then you stop yourself inches from a pretty girl's bosom. Because the male mind has...well, a mind of its own.

It's at the same time rapture, yet profound melancholy. A contemplative state hard to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it.

It shares qualities with anal sex like that, I suppose.



That's going to earn me a few hits. One is amused at the visitors garnered off the title of last entry alone.

You've got to wonder WTF they're thinking. All sorts of keywords out there to get them what they want: girl, hot, pussy, cock, teen, orgy, gangbang, cunt, fuck, threesome, asian, latina, whore...

Um. Purely an academic proposal, that is.

But yes, any of those into Google, or the insta-porn that Google Image Search is. Done.

What do they do instead? Go on some weird search engine and type, "intercourse". Then they get confronted by Matrix Goat. What sia.


Hey, I suppose if they can get off on that, it's a moment of Whoa in itself.