Well, a few days ago I saw that wonderful movie King Kong, or King Dong as some have called it, and I must say that I was touched. I felt so sorry f0r the big guy, but hey, who wouldnt, the movie was made to make you feel sorry for him. Its a shame the way he lived, I wont spoil it for anyone who hasnt seen it...on the second thought, fuck that, ahead lie spoilers so all those who dont want it ruined shouldnt read ahead. I thought that the way he lived looked like he had been living alone for an aweful long time. And then this girl comes along and brightens up his day and who wouldnt wanna let her go? I know I wouldnt. It seems that the old ape has a taste for blondes. When he was tangling with the three T-Rex's I was thinking that maybe another point of the movie was to show that King Kong is in many ways like us, I mean, he seems to be the only really intellgent being on the whole island. Throughout the movie I developed a loathing for Jack Black and his character altogether. The man did an ok job acting wise but his character deserved to be punched in the gut until his intestines lay splayed before him. He gets the wise idea of capturing King Kong and using the girl as bait. Of course, if Adrien Brody had been such a brave little sonovabitch, they never would have found the girl in the first place. When they take the King to New York and put him on display, I think at that moment I developed a genuine revulsion for humanity. My favorite part of the movie was when he escapes his chains and eventually finds a frozen pond and starts sliding happily around it with his little girlfreind. It was a surreal moment which was sadly cut short by a bunch of faggots in army uniform. When the movie ended, what can I say, I was filled with a homicidal rage and felt I could have taken out a gun in the theatre and shot the people sitting in front of me. Those are the kinds of emotions this movie brought out. Once again we can see how whenever humans interfere in something that is better left alone, not only is it often for selfish reasons, Jack Black wanted to make millions by capturing Kong and putting him on display, but it also just fucks shit up, The King dies a tragic death, although I think it was a bit much and almost unessesary to have him boldly resist to the end. Each time he got shot and looked like he was going limp he would stand up again and beat his chest as though he had some kind of personal pride that he had to defend, I doubt that any real animal would do that, but then again King Kong is no normal ape so I guess it works.

For some weird reason I feel like seeing that movie 'Memoirs of a Geisha' even though I have no idea what its about. It looks interesting though. Plus I think the lead girl is purty dayam hotttt. Hell, Michelle Yeoh is hot. Theres just a lot of hot people in this film. Hmmm, now that I'm back for the holidays I feel like I have way too much time on these little hands of mine, and that I'm just entertaining myself and watching the days slip by. Yes, my life is that boring, but hey, entertaining yourself isnt so bad. I havent been home in a while and I pretty much just sit around all day and watch movies, my god, i'm starting to sound like denise, jk. I also watched a film of myself when I was two days old, and i gotta tell ya, it hit a few chords. Its so interesting to see, because your looking at this tiny little baby on screen and thinking "This is me" I cant beleieve it. I was so small, it was almost funny. I was so small and underweight that when I cried it sounded more like an animal dying than it did a baby crying. Hey that rhymes. In any case its only the morning and I have a whole day ahead of me to waste.

My God...I cant beleive it, I just cant beleive it. Who here remembers our good freind Imran Nanji? Well, lemmie tell you. When you think of Imran, you think of "EEEEEEE BITCH" and stupid ass antics along with arrogance combined with a kind of childlike need for attention...not anymore. Imran has gone completely religious. No longer does he swear or act aggressivley. NO. He is submissive now. He has no other purpose in life other than to spread the word of God. He meditated and got in touch with God and cried for hours. Still sound like Imran to those who knew him? I dont think so. Its insane. Its like the man has had some kind of complete rearranging. When I first talked to Imran on MSN when this came up, he seemed all nice and kind. "Hello David, How are you today?" I figured he was just pretending. I figured he was just trying to be something he wasnt. But its gone on like this for a while now and it doesnt look to be abating any time soon. The way he talked. You wouldnt beleive it was him. He seemed completely different. Who wouldve thought someone could have such a sudden change. Now when I say, "I gotta go I'll ttyl" instead of saying "Are you gay...just go offline." he says "goodbye my beloved freind." Not that I'm complaining of course, I mean if this is how Imran is going to be for the rest of his life then I think its time to celebrate. The question is, will it last? I dont know. I told him I hope he stays this way. But we'll just have to see what happens. It was such a sudden thing that I was freaking out. "Imran submitting to me" My god. Who wouldve thought such a thing was possible. We'll just have to see if it lasts.

I got the sonovabitch... the look on his face was priceless. My dear bathroom mate has learned that it is unwise to turn his back to my door when he takes a piss. How did this happen? Quite simply, I was with a freind of mine sitting in the room when we heard the other bathroom door open. We immediatly rushed over to the door. I asked her to take a peek to make sure that he was in a good position and when she did this he immediatly exclaimed "Who's peeking on me?" She then swung the door open and I went in with a huge bucket full of water. He had the face of man who sees his doom coming but can do nothing to prevent it, so does nothing. I soaked him from head to toe and then he turned his head towards me, and said "You dont know whats fuckin comin" I then closed the door and we had a good laugh. I've upped the bar in this game. I talked to him this morning about it and he was nonchalant, saying "its just water, but I'm gonna get you" So today I assume that when I'm on the crapper I can expect a good dousing. To prepare for this, I've decided to go in my swimming trunks so that it will make little difference when I get wet. I have another plan for him after he does his thing, he wont see this one coming. This game is so extreme that we've both taken to pissing in bottles instead of the toilet because we wont take the chance that the other one will soak us. This is a total war.

So, it has finally happened. My sis has broken up with her boyfreind. After 2 years of seeing eachother they are finally through. Of course, she broke up with him. The sad thing is that the week before, he came over with a rose for her. I must say that I admire the way she handled it. She took him to a parking lot behind a starbucks and told him things like that she wasnt good enough for him and that she should be marrying him and all these things. I wonder if he asked her to have sex and thats why she broke it off? She said she just wasnt feeling the 'spark' anymore. He apparently took it very well. They both cried but who wouldnt. now its over. He's apparently been on MSN to her everyday for the past week. As for her, she had her sights set on another young gentleman, and I dont know if he had anything to do with the breakup, I dont think he did, she did like him for a while though. But then she heard that he had told someone that he was having difficulty handling '10 girlfreinds at once' and this upset her. She didnt want to be just one of ten girls. So it seems that he's effectivley lost his chance, if there ever was a chance. There is a feeling that several people will now take the opportunity to ask her out, so we'll see how that goes. My sis is certainly far more mature than I am.

The guy I share a bathroom with and I have decided that we're going to get eachother soaking wet (that sounds extremely homosexual) in any case, the goal of the game is to get the other person soaking sometime when they're in the bathroom. He's already gotten me five times by putting a cup on the ledge inside the bathroom door filled with water and every time I open it the cup falls and splashes everywhere, he always opens the door and laughs but his time will come, very sooon... He says he has a plan which I wont be able to top but I'll be cautious and I have a plan of my own. Its a bit crude but it will be satisfactory. I'm going to find a time when he goes to the bathroom, then I'm going to quickly get my Don's keys by using the lame excuse that I locked mine out of my room...Then, I'll get a freind of mine to access his room and lock his bathroom door. That done, with him trapped in the bathroom, I'll very quickly open my door and throw a huge bucket of ice cold water at him, that should do the trick. I think I'll wait for him to make the first move...and then I'll strike. We really need a hobby.

Where Strange Things Are Pt. 1

Dr. Strasser called Emma, his favorite student, at midnight on Monday. She hurried over to his house as she was told that it was very important. She was tried and drousy, but she managed to make it to the doctor's little house just at the end of the street. Dr. Strasser invited her in. She could tell by posture alone that the good doctor was very excited. She had never seen him so excited before, so it must be something big. Doctor Strasser taught at her university and was one of her favorite professors. His lectures were made interesting by the energy that he put into them. Her enjoyment of his courses meant that she ultimatley did very well, and this made her a favorite pupil of his. Tonight, Doctor Strasser told her, "would be a night to remember." He led her down into his basement and turned on the lights. She could see that the basement was something of a mess. Papers lay all over the place and strange machines buzzed and hummed silently in the corners. The Doctor took her to the table in the center of the room. On this table lay a very strange looking device, one Emma had never seen before. "This is it." the Doctor said excitedly, "This is my greatest work come to fruition." Emma stared at the stranged device, trying to make out what it did. "What is it?" Emma asked. "It's a discombobulative cerebral enhancer." said the Doctor "It delves into your mind and in a figurative sense makes your dreams come true. The reason I've brought you here Emma my dear, is because I want you to be the first one to try it on." Emma looked at the Doctor perplexedly, she admired the man but she was hesitant when it came to being one of his guinea pigs. The Doctor saw her hesitancy in her eyes and comforted her by telling her that it was all perfectly safe and the chances of something going wrong were "scientifically improbable" Emma took the strange device and put it on her head. The Doctor fiddled with a few gadgets above her and the the machine started to buzz. Lights went on and off and the Doctor now sat in front of Emma. He raised his hand and showed three fingers. One...the first finger went down...Emma felt a strange sensation come over her...Two...the second finger went down...Emma started to see strange colors and lights...Three...the third finger went down and Emma was lost in a warping delusion...The world twisted and turned and then it all went black...When Emma woke up she found herself looking around at stars...literally...She could see galaxies and clouds of stars...She was standing on some kind of small moon...a small red moon so tiny that she could walk around it in two minutes. She felt wonderful. The stars were almost dream-like and she felt as though she could reach out and touch each one of them. She was suddenly startled however by a strange man who came up to her. He looked like an African man and was wearing a tuxedo. He came up to her and asked "Who you? and Where you come from?" Before she could answer his face changed...snakes came out of his eyes and mouth and the moon disappeared into blackness. When Emma woke up she was being rocked back and forth. She was so small that she could move. She looked up to see the face of her grandma. Grandma smiled and then faded into black. She felt sure that soon she would wake up from this dream but instead she woke up on the strange moon again. There were no stars now. Only an empty, black sky. She walked around the small moon looking for some way off it but she kept ending up right back where she had started. She sat down and put her head in her hands, trying to think, when she heard a soft, sibilant voice "Excussee Meee" She looked up and was surprised to see a small teddy bear standing in front of her. It wore a ripped green shirt and its eyes were sewn shut. The bear reached out to her and she took its furry paw. She walked with the little bear until she came to the a black door and when she went through the door, she woke up. She was back in Doctor Strasser's basement. The Doctor was bending over his bench, seemingly working. Emma took the device off her head. "Did you see anything?" Asked the Doctor in a soft voice. "Yes..all kinds of things" said Emma. "Good" said the Doctor and he turned around. To her horror, he was holding the little teddy bear from her dreams, only this time the Doctor's eyes were sewn shut and the little teddy bear stared at her with the Doctor's eyes in place of its own. "I can see too now" said the teddy bear. The doctor brought the little creature towards her. Emma backed away. Wondering to herself if she was still in a dream. Surely it would end soon. But nothing happened. The bear just got closer and closer. until it was looking right into her eyes with its own eyes which were so out of place on its little face and looked grotesque as they moved back and forth. "This is indeed a disturbing universe" said the little teddy bear. The bear grabbed her face and started to play with it. Stretching it and pulling at her hair. Emma yelped with pain as it pulled some of her hair out by the roots. "Do you like stuffing with your turkey dinner?" Asked the little bear, reaching into itself and pulling out some of the cotton from its chest. Suddenly the stuffing turned into a handful of snakes. "Here is your guilt...These snakes are your guilt..." said the little bear. It was then that Emma lost consciousness. When she woke up she was looking at a concerned Doctor Strasser. "Thank goodness child...I thought I'd lost you..." Emma looked around, she was sweating and cold. The Doctor looked at her, ver concerned "You were struggling there for quite some time child..I thought maybe I'd brougth back your traumatic memories... Sometimes when you push something away it comes back to haunt you...that must have been what happened when you used the machine...I didnt mean to bring this on you child..I'm sorry." There was a genuine sadness in his eyes. He guided her up the stairs and drove her home. Sitting in the car, Emma didnt see the little teddy bear sitting in the back seat. She didnt see him, but he saw her. The Doctor had been right. Some things dont go away. Some things come back to haunt you. But Emma's demons had been ignored for long enough and it was only a matter of time before she had to face them again.

What does it mean to be 'Normal'

In our society we have this whole idea of conformity and normality. The real question is...what is normality? Does being normal mean 'fitting in' with the crowd and not distinguishing yourself? Does being normal mean that you have lots of freinds and get decent grades? Why do people call other people weird? What is it about them that makes them that? Some people are so afraid of being different that they will take every step they can to avoid it. Some people thrive on difference and do things that most people may hesitate to do. But then, what is the standard of normality? I beleived that each of us have a perception in our minds of what we would consider to be normal or even proper. When we dont fit into this perception, we come to beleive that we are not normal, or worse yet, that there is something wrong with us. In truth, I think that abnormality is a blessing, to be able to be different from the great mass of people, to be the black sheep in the field of white sheep. And yet many people dont view abnormality as a benefit at all. Instead they feel that they are 'freaks' or 'weird' and they wish they could do anything to change this defect, be it a personality defect or a physical one. Why are we so afraid of difference? Because people will make fun of us, because its easier for people to join together and pick on the 'different' one, because all around us we are being told what is normal and what isnt. If we could just, for one moment, remove the veil which shrouds our minds and look past it, we would see that there is more to life than fitting in. If someone calls you 'weird' you ought to turn around and thank them because this person has just reminded you not only that they have some kind of insecurity inside themselves, but also that you have a quality which is special and which you should be proud of. Of course, no one is perfect and everyone has something wrong with them. Lets take a less extreme case, like say, having a boyfreind or girlfreind. Some people feel inadequate because they dont have a boyfreind or girlfreind, but why should they? So you dont have someone that you can be close to in that way and yes this may be emotionally draining at times, but in the end, when people make fun of a person for this, why should they take it to heart. Just because they dont have one at that moment doesnt mean they wont have one later. Lets take another case, the most devastating thing for any guy is to be called a homosexual and have the idea spread around the school. Some people have killed themselves because of this. The real question is, why is homosexuality a bad thing? I myself feel the need to say I'm not a homosexual so that no one will get any ideas, but why do I feel the need to say this? I suppose that when people attach a stigma to something and we end up somehow finding our way to that stigma, we feel that we no longer belong. This tells us how much we care about the opinions of others and how much we feel a need to be wanted. Eveyone wants to be liked by everyone else, everyone wants to do what is best for everyone else so that they wont look bad, everyone wants to be normal, but in truth, it is the abnormals that achieve more in this world, as someone once said 'history is full of abnormal people'.

Nightmares

Why do we have nightmares? I've always been fascinated by this concept. Nightmares are interesting because they force us to gaze upon something that we either didnt want to see, or that we have kept buried away and now it suddenly rises before our eyes. I know very little about the whole concept behind how a nightmare occurs in the brain, but I do know about nightmares themselves. Having a nightmare is like having a dark reflection. Nightmares tell us about ourselves and what we're afraid of. What plagues us and what it is that we dont want to see. The skeletons come out of the closet, and they dont just come out, they come out and dance before our eyes and poke fun at us. The most recent nightmare I had which has stuck with me is an interesting one. There was a man wearing some kind of pilots uniform, his face however was dark and there was an eyeball-like thing floating around him. He was laughing and then all of a sudden I was in a small pipe, crawling through, crawling until I saw, at the end of the pipe, a dark reflection of myself staring back at me. Just staring and not moving, our eyes connected. I remember feeling very uneasy looking at this image of myself. When I woke up I felt disturbed. This was a nightmare but a very odd one. This is what is so fascinating about nightmares. They seem to have no rhyme or reason to them and yet they disturb us. Sometimes I'll have a nightmare and wake up, looking around and wondering if it actually happened. Of course, back 'in the old days' there was an explanation for this: nightmares were caused by demons. Demons came into our rooms at nigth and sat on our chests when we were sleeping, this caused us to have a nightmare. Here is an example of this: http://www.kser.org/shows/dawghaus/photogallery/photo7606/fuseli-nightmare.jpg
If anyone else has any prominent nightmares that they'd like to post, please do so and maybe we can all examine them and find out what they mean...jolly good fun!

The World of Realms: A Narration

It came from a spiraling Black Hole in the middle of nothing. Slithering out, oozing in silver, gleaming against the vast space of black nothingness, It was an unidentified Being. It merely was. It merely existed; until out of sheer spontaneity, It shook vigorously and began to tear. Wriggling within itself, its dull gleam separated from its gray matter.

As the Being writhed and tore, It stretched and stretched and stretched, until the gleam that once glossed the gray broke free. It that was once one Being had thus split to become two: a wisp of sparkling gleam drifting in parallel with a blob of gray matter. The former became a world of spiritual beings, set adrift as an abstract entity; the latter became a physical world where matter had mass, density, and tangibility. There they existed, two Its wriggling in parallel amongst each other; and though the Being was now split in two, the separation was not perfect; tiny bits of gleam still clung to gray, and vice versa; and in this way, the two entities were separate, yet still connected through this imperfect split.

Pores of the spiritual It and the physical It then sprouted worlds with living inhabitants — organisms with their own potential for life, interacting with all that existed within their own realm. The spiritual realm beheld all that was intangible, that which included emotions and abstract concepts; the physical realm encompassed all that could be physically detected and measured; and thus, oozing and flowing about in parallel, gleam and gray became two separate realms, two separate worlds that existed amongst each other in harmony.

* * *

Close my eyes and breathe. Breathe. Through the nose, chest heaving up and down. Up and down. Up and down. My heart is pounding from the Rush. Thump-thump-thump-kathump.

The third time in two months. It just keeps feeling more and more euphoric every time.

* * *

Like playmates, gleam and gray collided as they writhed together in parallel, crossing paths, intersecting. At the points of intersection, the realms of spiritual and physical beings threatened to reunite. Seconds later, the entities uncrossed themselves and wriggled side-by-side again in empty space.

* * *

My nose isn't feeding my lungs enough oxygen. Wrench my mouth open, and gasp. And gasp. And gasp again.

God that was orgasmic.

"Are you okay, Sir? Sir? You alright?" A male voice is grumbling in my right ear. There's a beefy hand under my armpit.

My eyes wince open as feeling begins to trickle back into my legs. "Yeah," I wheeze, still gasping for breath. "Yeah, I'm okay..." I struggle to my feet, feeling pressure from the beefy hand under my arm helping me up, and manage to stay standing on my own. Good job. The first time this had happened, I had fallen over and almost crushed some kid who was nosy enough to dispel any sort of fear towards my jerky, seizure-like movements. I think I was about seven when that happened. The kid was only three. Four, maybe.

"Pardon?"

"Huh?" Is this guy asking me something?

"You said something, sir. The number three or four or... I dunno. Did you need anything?"

What a nice guy. I'm not being sarcastic either, I swear. Which is a change from my usual demeanor, really. That says something.

"Oh no, no. I'm fine." Guess I'm mumbling to myself again. I shake my head vigorously, an attempt to wake myself. "Look man, can I buy you a beer? I'd really like to buy you a beer."

I see the man frown, and immediately the frown becomes laughter. "Just for asking if you're okay? Is this some divine message for aspiring Good Samaritans?" The man laughs again and shakes his head. "No, I gotta get going. Thanks for the offer though. Take care of yourself."

I blink and, finally realizing how strange my offer must have sounded, feel awkward. What else is there to do but wave and watch the man clip clop away from me and down into the subway station?

I wonder if he's ever experienced this exhilarating Rush before, so many damn emotions all at once. It really is so orgasmic.

* * *

There's puke all over the floor and I can't believe this is happening wait a second what's going on here why is everyone staring at me I can't believe this is happening this anxious pit in my stomach isn't going away and the floor is spinning and people are milling around me and voices are echoing through through through and through my what huh what's happening I can't believe this is happening holy shit this is surreal what the fuck in the middle of nothing my briefcase that blond woman that short boy the L'Oreal commercial the sleek flip of hair and the puke is all yellow and voices voices voices shit there's nothing else but this disgusting pit in my stomach oh my God I'm gonna puke again don't let everyone see me puke why won't this go away my heart hammering my head spinning my fists are sweaty and OH MY GOD I'M GONNA FUCKING PUKE!

* * *

Looking around to observe as others struggled to their feet (and wondering a little about that man's Good Samaritan remark), Tony Anyone spied a women with short red hair sprawled on all fours across the concrete in the middle of Dundas Square. Her head doubled over, there was yellow vomit dripping from her chin, adding to the disgusting pool accumulating around her knees.

Her classy little navy business suit is so fucked.

Anyone wrinkled his nose as the red-head hurled out more chunks of unpleasantness. He could almost make out what she had eaten for lunch. Gross. Not many people had such a weak stomach, but when these rare gems were hit with the Rush, it was a hideous sight.

* * *

Newsflash: There is heavy traffic on the 404 as a result of an accident just north of Steeles that has been blocking two left lanes. A delivery truck carrying boxes of Q-tips was driving along the 404 when it suddenly veered out of its lane, brushing with two other vehicles to its left, and flipped over. The cause of this accident is not yet certain, although there is suspicion that the truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. He is being rushed to the hospital this very moment, in critical condition. Only minor injuries have been reported for the other two drivers and their passengers.

* * *

Out in the vast empty space, the spiritual and physical realm clashed once more. This time, tugging as they did, they only succeeded in becoming ensnared; and for those moments in time, bits of gleam and gray merged where they had become entangled, forming the essence of the original Being.

* * *

"I was lugging some groceries up to my apartment when it hit me.

"Where? Oh, in Parque de los Martires.

"No, it hasn't happened before. Not ever. You can imagine how frightened I was!

"They looked like they were made of mist, and they were sparkling a little. They looked like they were wearing glitter.

"Flying. I'd say it's as close to flying as I'll ever get.

"I think so, but I can’t be sure. There might have been other people too, but they were all in this weird silver form. Most of them I didn't recognize anyway. I saw a really big rat sort of floating along next to me, though. And some fish. Those were all silver. Oh, and there was my neighbour's three-year-old little boy, which was probably the oddest thing. He gave me a really weird look, but he actually didn't seem very scared; it was almost as though something like that has happened to him before.

"No, I didn't get a chance to yet. Maybe I'll talk to him later.

"Sure, I'll see if I can bring him. Of course! My pleasure. Good-bye."

Mary Somebody hung up the phone and shivered, rubbing her eyes in fatigue. All this constant and intensive attention was incredibly taxing. Her palms were sweaty from the anxious knot in her stomach. Should she even cooperate with these men in their lab coats and their spectacles and their clipboards, who went about scratching check-marks into those damn square boxes next to responses that they felt were appropriate in explaining what had happened to her? Hell, she wasn't even sure what it was herself. How could she (or anyone) ever explain something so abstract, so intangible, so… out of this world? So beyond the usual human experience?

Well anyway, she wasn't going to be a hypocrite and complain, seeing as she couldn't be bothered to come up with another way of investigating this weird phenomenon that they've deemed to be a genuine out-of-body experience. Besides, she was desperate to find out what exactly was wrong with her, if there was even anything wrong with her. She wanted to uncover the mystery of this seemingly supernatural occurrence just as much as the authorities did.

Somebody had considered Shionism, but had eventually shaken her head in disbelief. Accepting that her experience was divine intervention did not seem right to her. There was something very ungodly about that sparkly place, what with its close structural resemblance to Parque de los Martires. As much as Hawaii is like a Heaven on Earth, this explanation did not work for her, and so Somebody had agreed to help Professor Truthscalper with his research endeavors.

* * *

Professor Truthscalper,

After intensively following your research on the phenomenon of so-called “out-of-body” experiences, I am outraged to discover that your treatment towards your study subjects is unacceptably unethical. Your methods have succeeded in nothing but leaving your participants physiologically damaged.

The first phase of your methodology consists of questionnaires and surveys inquiring about their "out-of-body" experience (or so you claim it to be as such), which is agreeable enough. Running physiological tests is another acceptable approach that you adopt, one that looks to any biological factors that may have caused such an experience. Further along in your research, however, after being unable to uncover any social or biological correlations for these supernatural occurrences, you then resort to the most unnecessary means: feeding your patients drugs of all kinds — when they are unaware of it — to induce physiological responses that may be strong enough to produce another "out-of-body" episode. Horrifically, your research participants leave your experiments physically scarred with absolutely no compensation! This conduct is unethical and clearly does not follow the guidelines of the Code of Ethics in Research, nor does it speak well of your character; it shows a lack of respect, coupled with blind ambition. As a renowned researcher, this point should be entirely intuitive to you: you never give your study participants any sort of substance without their consent! It is an outrageous and unacceptable methodology!

In all my years as an undergraduate and graduate student, I have never encountered such inconsiderate and unethical conduct from such a prestigious professor and researcher. You are taking advantage of your subjects, taking advantage of their fear and uncertainty. How dare you? They are afraid of what has become of them, afraid that there may be something wrong with them, and you put their health in danger! How dare you take advantage of their desperation to discover the cause of their seemingly supernatural experience? Feeding them substances to intoxicate them without their knowledge is not only dangerous, but also plainly unethical. What in the world are you thinking?

I had once admired your work, Professor Truthscalper. Now, however, I am sickened to even glance upon your academic papers. You ought to be ashamed.

Sincerely outraged,

Anne Student