Trancing My Way Out of Here

…No not hippies. I’m specifically stereotyping the sub-culture that move at such speeds, that fields and fields of land are commonly misconceived to be one large tie die t-shirt.

This sub-culture can usually be found at the end of dark alleyways, injecting themselves with Crazy-Looking-Trance, which makes repetitive, sub-conscious mind control noise, sound like sweet harmony to their ears.

Yes. “Trancer’s”.

Trancer’s are the narcotic backdrop to our society. Spreading such hate like :

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Well trancer’s dont usually say much, they usually just sweating, and accepting how a group of 3 became a group of 10 000 in mere seconds, whilst jumping around, arms dangling, to what we none-trancer’s call, Trance.

The reason being is that trancer’s are usually “tripping” on some medieval concoction of sorts, so they tend to see other trancer’s multiply at alarming rates. This leads most trancer’s into believing they move in great numbers. Lucky for us none-trancer’s, this is contrary to fact, and can be used at our advantage.

Digging medium to large holes around a group of trancer’s trancing, seems to be one of the most affective methods of delivering clarity to our fellow unwanted none-conformists. Be wary however, as if a trancer picks up on the scent of a none-trancer, you could frighten them away. As in the eyes of a trancer, a none trancer will also multiply at a alarming rate. Which thus makes the trancer feel that the none-trancer’s are preparing for battle or something.

Trancer’s fear battle as they do being sober.

Although most trancer’s will say that when they perform these acts of misbehavior, they are in fact, in a trance. Don’t believe it. Saying they are in a trance, is just their way of personally accepting their lies.

An asshole once said, tell a lie often enough, and soon it becomes the truth.

“Uns uns uns. Urr urr urr”…