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By psybr
By psybr

For so long you've been tripping within the vast. "Will it ever end?" The voices do ask you, oh yes they do. Questioning whether they are voices or just your thoughts, who really knows? Regardless, they've convinced you of the plan, one without consequence nor reprocussion. "I can't, I just can't, that's not who I am." someone else inside your mind chants in the background, longing for your attention. The loudest ones however, are much more believable as they are the ones without fear nor regret. In an attempt to remind yourself that you'll be okay, you stumbled upon infinity, losing all that you just had moments ago. Now trapped in the infinite, you are well on your way to wherever, spiraling into a chaotic shatter. "Why me?" you ask yourself repeatedly, "Why me? Why did it choose me? What is it? Why is it choosing? Why Me?". Before too long, they send you a signal, allowing you to defragment your thoughts for some more storage space for transmission gatherings. "I accept, I accept the signals, please" you think to yourself. They begin to laugh as you slowly inch your way down onto the damp wet floor of your room. "Why? What is it? Stop it. Why? STOP IT!", your thoughts are racing against the side of your head, on their joyous. "You're thoughts are free now, we want you to understand that you have set your thoughts free, they're on their way son." the voices say, echoeing down into the carpet strands. "Son.", "Son.", "Son.", "Son.". "Son...". You open your eyes to see an old wise man hovering over you. "Who are you, get away." you say out loud, as you back against the wall. "Son what's wrong with you?" the wise man asks. "Shut up, nothings wrong with me." you tell him. "Nothing is not a good thing to have wrong with you son, you may find yourself soon prepared to take your own life." claimed the wise man. "Why? Why would I do that? Why are you here? WHere am i?" you ask. The wise man laughs as he scuffles hurrily toward the only door you see. "You damn nowhere children always so ignorant and rude!" the wise man seems angry as he locks the door from the outside. "What I didnt mean to offend you, Im so confused let me out!" you yell. The door dissappears before your very eyes, and the entire room goes black. Moments later a white orb begins to grow in front of you. Changing colors now, it begings to pulsate and you start to hear music in the background. The orbs color patterns in sync with the music, growing and growing, glowing and getting louder. It engulfs you, you begin to float and your body begins to dissolve. "What the fuck" you think. "No no no no, stop!" you try to say, but your lungs have gone, so you can not say anything. Once you're body has been erased, the music begins to slow, and continues getting slower and slower. Within seemingly a short amount of time, you realize where you are. "Nowhere? Nothing? Finally, home again. "I know just who I am," you say smiling. "I am no one.". Drifting into an infinite sleep, you are home.

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TR1P ARTS are obvious. There's no other way to explain it better. You'll like TR1P Arts because you like art. If you don't like art, when then get tr1pped and go tr1p yourself tr1ppy. This is a special place, for the true arts of the TR1P. Not some fake TR1P, but a true TR1P Arts. Get it now before it molds.

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By psybr
By psybr

For so long you've been tripping within the vast. "Will it ever end?" The voices do ask you, oh yes they do. Questioning whether they are voices or just your thoughts, who really knows? Regardless, they've convinced you of the plan, one without consequence nor reprocussion. "I can't, I just can't, that's not who I am." someone else inside your mind chants in the background, longing for your attention. The loudest ones however, are much more believable as they are the ones without fear nor regret. In an attempt to remind yourself that you'll be okay, you stumbled upon infinity, losing all that you just had moments ago. Now trapped in the infinite, you are well on your way to wherever, spiraling into a chaotic shatter. "Why me?" you ask yourself repeatedly, "Why me? Why did it choose me? What is it? Why is it choosing? Why Me?". Before too long, they send you a signal, allowing you to defragment your thoughts for some more storage space for transmission gatherings. "I accept, I accept the signals, please" you think to yourself. They begin to laugh as you slowly inch your way down onto the damp wet floor of your room. "Why? What is it? Stop it. Why? STOP IT!", your thoughts are racing against the side of your head, on their joyous. "You're thoughts are free now, we want you to understand that you have set your thoughts free, they're on their way son." the voices say, echoeing down into the carpet strands. "Son.", "Son.", "Son.", "Son.". "Son...". You open your eyes to see an old wise man hovering over you. "Who are you, get away." you say out loud, as you back against the wall. "Son what's wrong with you?" the wise man asks. "Shut up, nothings wrong with me." you tell him. "Nothing is not a good thing to have wrong with you son, you may find yourself soon prepared to take your own life." claimed the wise man. "Why? Why would I do that? Why are you here? WHere am i?" you ask. The wise man laughs as he scuffles hurrily toward the only door you see. "You damn nowhere children always so ignorant and rude!" the wise man seems angry as he locks the door from the outside. "What I didnt mean to offend you, Im so confused let me out!" you yell. The door dissappears before your very eyes, and the entire room goes black. Moments later a white orb begins to grow in front of you. Changing colors now, it begings to pulsate and you start to hear music in the background. The orbs color patterns in sync with the music, growing and growing, glowing and getting louder. It engulfs you, you begin to float and your body begins to dissolve. "What the fuck" you think. "No no no no, stop!" you try to say, but your lungs have gone, so you can not say anything. Once you're body has been erased, the music begins to slow, and continues getting slower and slower. Within seemingly a short amount of time, you realize where you are. "Nowhere? Nothing? Finally, home again. "I know just who I am," you say smiling. "I am no one.". Drifting into an infinite sleep, you are home.

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TR1P ARTS are obvious. There's no other way to explain it better. You'll like TR1P Arts because you like art. If you don't like art, when then get tr1pped and go tr1p yourself tr1ppy. This is a special place, for the true arts of the TR1P. Not some fake TR1P, but a true TR1P Arts. Get it now before it molds.

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