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week 3 discussion 1

    Fear tastes like a chili pepper that is way above your spice tolerance, making it hurt to swallow and difficult to breathe, something that replaces rational thought with a single-minded NEED to remove this horrible feeling as fast as possible, by any means necessary.

    Joy smells like everything and nothing, because I can't smell.

    My future sounds like a hellish cacophony of 30 different orchestras all playing different symphonies, probably beautiful individually but when perceiving all the possibilities at once it becomes overwhelming.

    Freedom is a break from a long road trip in a cramped car to stretch your legs.

    Hatred feels like two bubbling cauldrons of acid (one in your skull and one in your gut) that threaten to melt you from the inside out, and whos caustic fumes accumulate inside your cavities until you explode from the pressure.

    Jealousy looks like a gnarled green imp contorted into a fleshy spiral like the man in the basket from Junji Ito's "Uzumaki" (If you don't know what I'm talking about and want to look it up, be forewarned, it's very disturbing body-horror imagery.)

    A special interest feels like finding a large cave system in Minecraft. You become focused on going deeper, exploring more, losing track of time as you gleefully search every nook and cranny.

    A drawing tablet sits in front of a computer. [REDACTED] sits in her chair, doodling a simple comic. Little does she know, this comic's format will become etched in niche meme history. With all sorts of people, including yours truly, redrawing it with different characters from various sources of media.

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