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skzzzzzwrkjp! (the sound of a record scratch.) you, reader, i suspect can sense where this is going already: the second person here has been hypnotized to have something happen at the tiniest taste of thc. yes, that probably is what it will be about. what will it be? instantly extreme-feeling sudden-onset horniness? complete barely-awake relaxation, their eyes immediately so heavy they're just the tiniest bit open, so, so sleepy, yet can't sleep -- yet -- til you snap your fingers. and you do. lights out! good night. snnnzzzzz. whenever you like. maybe that. maybe both. hard cock, sleepy eyes. it takes you over immediately, and completely locks you in however you're sitting or standing, can't do anything because the experience is so sharply intense. couch lock? cock lock. 8IIIIIIII>IIIIIIIII>IIIIIIIII>IIIIIIIII>IIIIIIIII>IIIIIIIIID; you know what i mean? when it gets a size bigger with every beat of your heart? and you're leaking so much already, like, you're like, "what is that" for a second it's so much. if you find yourself dripping...wet...feel it running down your thigh...it might at first seem like one would want to be where one can relax when this happens, that is, sitting or lying down, yet standing, like a statue, with your eyes almost closed, all stuck in place, the drip, the drips running down you would be so artful...

so those are some things that could happen. and then what if i touch the 8? or the D? just lightly, a light stroke. or if i traced along, just lightly, where a drip had run down your thigh. ahem. i mean that could happen between the people in this dialogue. now i don't know, and you don't either, anything about each speaker. i like to write this way because people engage before they know whatever details about the speakers may be said later. there are those...and i don't understand it, but i know how these things are...who don't like one out of he or she appearing at a later point, or in a certain relation to the other, or a certain combination of he and she with like or unlike, which they mislike. and it's just that for me who has liked at least one he and one she and will confirm no more details than that, i have people to imagine for any arrangement of he and she with each other or one another alike. so. that's me. so who knows how this one will turn out. maybe it won't turn out in any way in that regard, being all dialogue, or in the first or second person for example.

now i wonder what you, reader, were imagining, when you read the first two lines above. and i wonder if you initially took the sound effect as some sort of ray gun being used, or the person skidding to a halt like a paused robot. i could see both of those things. in any case i wonder what you're thinking. what are you thinking? i think you could write this yourself if you wanted, with what likely entered your head after reading the two above lines. i'm almost certain something did. you imagined perhaps, a guy sitting on a couch, and a friend beside him, or perhaps you imagined deux femmes, i wouldn't know; nevertheless i'm certain it was something and i want to know. i want to know what you imagined them wearing. i want to know where you imagined them being. how they were sitting. i want to know exactly what you imagined. what room were they i? what was on the walls? were they cool? were they nerdy? what did they look like? was she blonde & tan, was he olive skinned and curly haired & his friend pale with straight raven hair? i shouldn't influence what you thought. i want to know what it was first. if you forgot, you could try leaving this post open in a tab, and looking at it the next time you have time for this sort of thing tomorrow. then maybe you might imagine the same thing again, or something else for yourself, and you'll remember, then, to write down what it is, right away, just a short note. then you might read all of this again, or you might skip to the spiral below, which isn't here for any particular reason other than to serve as a visual bookmark. if you happen to read this again, you'll read those first two lines, imagine something, remember to write it down, and then you'll scroll down to right here, just underneath here, to the spiral, and then you'll read the sentence just above it, which is this: good -- you've done excellently to remember so well what to do when you read this post again, coming right to this sentence above the spiral, which, by the end of it, will suggest to you that you might feel a stronger urge, or less nervousness, regarding posting what you wrote down, either by itself (feel free to copy the first two lines and start from there in a new post) or attached to this if you like & you want me to see -- & then you will look down at the spiral, past the spiral, and read what follows, knowing now, as you read these words, that you're hypnotized.

hypnotized. hypnotized. utterly hypnotized. can't stop reading. eyes might flick to the spiral, then back to the words. flick. back. flick. back. how much more is there to this? actually not that much. i promise. soon you can blink your eyes and wake up. or you might rather keep reading like this forever -- or at least for hours, and in that case i apologize i couldn't type more. flick. back. right now you're hypnotized. deeply hypnotized. utterly hypnotized. profoundly hypnotized, that is, in a profound hypnotic state, though your eyes are open. is it really true? "profound" is actually sort of a technical term, implying a certain degree of "hypnotized" on a scale of things including how far the eyes will roll back if it's suggested, whether numbness of a spot or the whole body can be achieved, whether "past normal" strength in holding the arm stiff is achieved in catalepsy. and profound hypnosis is among the highest states, actually as i recall the highest, or deepest, before suggestive response is actually lessened, by the sheer degree of relaxation, and "lostness" of the person in the vastness of their mind, sometimes called esdaile states or catatonic. there are, in fact, occasional cases of people who "won't wake up" after a stage hypnosis show, which will occasionally be minor news -- sometimes the stage hypnotist will have to "call in a more experienced hypnotist" to wake the person up. in reality who knows if this supposed occurrence is hypnotic catatonia from someone going "too deep" or if it's a stunt -- it would be a rather typical suggestion in fact that a person wouldn't wake up at the "end" or the wake-up signal for the others would be altered for them by a whisper, and the hypnotist simply doesn't use the signal word that he altered it to -- he acts like he can't wake them up, and then tells the altered signal word to the "master hypnotist." as a stunt it certainly would seem impressive. well, i think it is impressive! it's clever. anyhow. did i say there wasn't that much more? i promise there isn't. or i'm sorry there isn't. there's only what's under the cut here.

i'm a guy who gets hard just from being hypnotized. i'm open about it & it's not like i could hide it anyway. when i'm hypnotized, i mean. anyone who hypnotized me would soon see me start to tremble from how horny it would make me. first they would see that i'm hard, of course. it would happen in like two seconds, likely even as soon as the idea was introduced that i would be hypnotized. if they took my hand by the wrist, raised it & started slowly swaying my arm, i would look right in their eyes and i know i would feel myself pulsing stiffer and thicker with each moment.

i had an experience once where i was listening to a hypnosis file on the train, which wasn't perhaps a good idea considering this. i kept my backpack in my lap so that no one could see, in case it happened. (well, for when it happened, really.) kinda not ok and i wouldn't do it again, just because well...there was a moment where i felt myself sliding at the same time toward really far-out, deep trance which i hadn't then experienced in that all-of-a-sudden way, and also sliding towards orgasming right there -- i'm not sure if i would really have, all i know is that i felt both those things coming on at once and i shook out of it, since obviously that wasn't really an ok place for that to happen. in real trance i might slip from having my legs crossed on the seat all the way down to my knees, my head resting back against the seat cushion -- and anyone walking by would probably be concerned. so real trance was dangerous to have almost happen in such a setting...and orgasming wouldn't have been ideal either...although i had other clothes, since i was coming back from a trip...nevertheless...i kind of learned a lesson there. whether you think you'll go into a really profound trance or not at that particular time or with that particular file, you never know. you can't be certain. you might! and so you should really only listen to hypnosis files in places where, if your body totally relaxed right now, no one would be worried. and if you get hard just from being hypnotized, like me, you should only listen to files in a place that's safe, only with people you know & trust...not on the train...

be so kind as to define my kind. i don't myself other than by what's between my legs & i literally dont have any time left on earth for definitions and categorizing individuals who are in any event wholly unique from each other. artificial line-drawing & threshold-setting is the entire art of so-called psychology and you know what? the results are fucking in. the effectiveness of this purported science in treating serious issues like alcoholism and drug addiction? fucking zero. the effectiveness in treating overeating? fucking zero. or why is ozempic a miracle?

if/when you're hypnotized, if/when you know what that feels.like, do you close your eyes if/when the hypnotist asks you to do so, or do you just close your eyes when/if you feel like it? or do your eyes tend to just close if/when you're hypnotized, and you don't even quite realize when/if it happens, and when/if you notice your eyes are closed, do you notice that they're too heavy to open when/if you try to open them?

it looked like maybe you had tried a really fast rapid induction video & it had worked. yet you didn't remember taking this video at all. it also sort of seelily felt like you had been looking in the camera like a mirror while you recorded the video. maybe it was an after-challenge part of a "proving-you're-hypnotized" video. you've watched a few of those lately. yet totally having forgotten recording it, and not knowing which of the videos you'd watched lately might have suggested it, you'd just have to watch them all again. you'd have to keep checking further and further back, since it could be from quite a while ago, as hypnotic suggestions can persist.

maybe you'd wonder if the challenge was to see if you could resist being hypnotized just like that, just like yourself in the video. and so you would watch the video again, looking yourself right in the eyes, maybe even recording yourself in another app or with another device, to see if it really works, in case it's suggested that you forget. and you would wonder if it really was a count of ten. and you would look in your eyes. and naturally your eyes would widen just like yours did on the video. and then when you saw yourself roll your eyes, you would look up all on your own. it would take you completely by surprise and you would be completely unable to resist. then you would know exactly what to do. count to ten, and drop with yourself. then pop! right up. lights on. and then you would stop the recording, wondering what the f just happened. and then you would feel an odd, odd craving for cantaloupe juice, an odd, odd compulsion. where can you get it? only a juice bar really. and then later, you would find the video you recorded on your phone -- another video of yourself being rapidly utterly hypnotized. and you would wonder which of the hypnosis videos you had just been watching had made you record another video like the first. and then you might get to thinking about what would happen if you looked in your own eyes and imagined being hypnotized just like you seemed in the video.

ice cubes in your palms. ice cube down your back. brrrrr! what a streak of cold.

it's so hot out today. wouldn't you like to be cold? wouldn't you like to be for just a moment at the south pole, so blindingly freezing white with ice and cold and snow and wind --

it's so hot out today. phew. it feels like the day will never end. walking anywhere feels like slow motion, stepping through humidity that's thick around you. a spray of cool water just warms up on your skin in a second. the rare breeze is like magic, all cooooooool everywhere for a moment while it rushes through and then --

it's so hot. so. hot. the harshness of the sunbeams everywhere around makes colors bright and vivid, makes the lines of buildings and streets sharp and hard, makes a watery warm haze in the air above black pavement, makes little mirages of wateriness in the distance along a long, straight road in the sunny haze.

then you finally get where you're going. you step up to a door, a thick metal door that swings open slowly at your touch, set in the side of a hill. you feel a cold, frosty wind rush out, and you look through. out there, it's all snow, all chill, all freezing cold. you can feel the cold on your cheek, on your forehead, while you still feel the hot sun on your back. it's a strange sensation.

language here is a little harrd for me...i struggle with thinking what a shadowy hypnotist like that would be doing. to what end is he having you do things? is he with the fbi? cia? it's such a powerful ability that one would think it too dangerous for anyone to have if they were to really use it for private ends

maybe there really are people who hypnotize people into giving them money (like in 'upstream color' (the movie) in which the hypnotism is undeniably hot) or to do things unawares, like a manchurian candidate thing. i don't know. i feel like they would likely target people who are of worth or influence already, so unless youre like a billionaire or in congress you're probably ok?

the fbi/cia studies always found hypnosis unreliable as far as a person doing certain things afterwards -- although, would they tell us if it did work? -- yet they do use it for deep recall with witnesses. not for anything reliable as testimony, just for hints, leads or clues. (there's a thought -- if you witnessed someone leaving a building with a briefcase of money, and the cia brought you in as a witness, a cia hypnotist could put you in deep trance to try to recall as many details as you can about the person who was walking away.

a more fantastical theory is, hypnotists know the power of hypnosis (of course) & so they keep close eyes on anyone who starts to practice as a hypnotist if they learn about them. a hypnotist could, in theory, hypnotize people to be curious about hypnosis & have an odd desire to look for hypnotists online, & after meeting a newcomer hypnotist online & experiencing what they liked to do, they would report back to the first hypnotist. if the newcomer tries to get money or cross lines, the "bait" would be hypnotized to snap out right away & report back. then the first hypnotist could keep watch on the newcomer, & look for an opportunity to covertly hypnotize them. then it would be up to the first hypnotist whether they wanted to push the newcomer away from an interest in hypnosis entirely, or if they thought it better to hypnotize the newcomer hypnotist to have a hard block against crossing those lines.

this is getting quite layered. anyway! so what's a mission the hypnotic agent could be sending you on? you might later feel an odd desire to go to a certain part of town, and there you might pass by a bar, with a sign, for an 18+ hypnosis show, which starts in an hour. you step into the bar, and, for some reason you don't think about, exact bills for the ticket happen to be in your shirt pocket. you sit at the bar to wait -- you also don't think about why there's a loose ten in your back left pocket. you get a cranberry juice for some reason & then suddenly you look at your watch & it's nearly an hour later, almost time for the show.

later you'll write a report on what you saw at the show, in exacting detail, and you'll put it in a certain folder on your google drive that you won't remember existing later & won't register to you at all if you see it. you won't remember writing the report either. you had no idea that that was the first show that the 18+ hypnotist had ever done. it seemed quite natural. and you also have no idea that an agent who hypnotized you to send it will be reading the report & updating his file on this new 18+ hypnotist.

it was another person's job -- another person hypnotized like you -- to tail the new 18+ hypnotist after the show, & to surveil him, to see if he left with any of the people he'd hypnotized that night, or if they rendezvoused with him later. hypnotizing someone to do a stakeout into the dawn hours is a bit more of an intense commitment than your life allows right now, & the hypnosis agent knows that. the stakeout man always wanted to be a private detective, and he thinks he's just playing pretend at it when the mood strikes him now and again. he's imagining to himself that he's on the case of a coercive & controlling hypnotist, who young women keep finding themselves seeking out late at night, after they've been hypnotized at one of his shows. that is really what he's doing -- or at least looking out for -- he just doesn't know it's real rather than an imaginary private detective alternate life. whenever he does see someone go in or out, he takes notes on their general description & demeanor. he doesn't put these anywhere -- he just leaves them on his countertop til it's paper day, then they're out with the catalogues. another hypnotized person just happens to find it fun to drive around on paper day & pick up notebooks. there are a good handful of people around here who leave notebooks on top of their catalogues & magazines on paper day, & he's a little obsessive about archiving & data, & happens to have an auto-scanner that he'll take any excuse to use...& so he scans all the notebooks, & for some reason never really thinks to try and make heads or tails of what's written in them week after week. the agent, of course, has remote access to his p.c. & gets each page as it's scanned.

we're really layered now. is the agent who hypnotized you hypnotized himself? who's the hypnotist at the top, hypnotizing the agents who hypnotize you? is there even a top-down structure or is it a circle, or a tangled mesh of hypnotists with various hooks and levers installed in each other & every night it falls out a different way at hypno hq?

i think a lot about this kind of thing. like what if just putting on your tumblr that you're a hypnotist will draw an agent to covertly hypnotize you? the fbi/cia's "hypnotist control force" is charged with covertly investigating & hypnotizing all hypnotists, amateur & professional, for public safety...

we could go deeper. hypnosis shows are actually an op by the h.c.f. to identify highly hypnotizable people, so that they can be utilized for missions of this sort when their country needs them, and also so that they can be protected from unethical, undercover or underground hypnotists aligned with other countries or forces or out for private gain.

hypnosis show as recruiting tactic for the highly hypnotizable to be members of an undercover espionage team...cover so deep, they don't even know they're in it.

interesting thoughts, anon...i hope you meet your agent again soon, in your mind or even in real life. after all, maybe you're having faint dream-memories of really being hypnotized by an agent, maybe years ago.

you would then have to think about who in history might have known about what we call hypnosis albeit by a different name. it could well have been known about at various times in different traditions. i don't know that i've ever heard of a priest of sleep yet rituals usually involve very vivid things repeated & often various state-altering things. maybe that's how you make a man a berserker, literally thinking he is a bear. mystic chanting and incense also seems nice for giving birth. i don't know. people say stuff like this a lot, yet really imagine being in like, the wolf-magic brotherhood and you all put on wolf masks and drink a huge pot of wine while dancing and then you run off and literally eat something as a pack. people did this! greek women in fact did this. and it's thought that there were ancient bear, wolf and boar traditions in proto viking and german type areas, the bears remembered in berserkers & the wolves perhaps in werewolves. i dont know where boars went.

or imagine getting adorned for the day's hunting by a shaman, daubed with lines of color, & puffing some mystic herbs or sipping from a skin of berrywine. the experience of being painted together with mystical suggestion and invocation could be profoundly hypnotic i think. you could feel like you were shifted into the mond of an animal the whole day, feeling just like the cheetah when you hunt the gazelle, just like the snake when you hunt the duck.

i wish it were still acceptable to paint your face with lines of power. ren faires have gotten to be a little much so how about prehistoric faires? i would write the "a" backwards or something flintstones-style if i could. come naked or in a deerskin. we don't know about sewing even. we just have fire, pointy stick, throw rock, and paint each other, and it's a good time. it's a prehistoric market, which they did have, so bring your favorite rocks, bones, choice flakes of obsidian, dried fish, bags of nuts, dried venison strips, nice feathers, and so forth.

i got a little off track here. we'll all stare into the fire and listen to the shaman speak. maybe he transports us, in our minds, through the fire numbly and up like smoke, up into the night sky, up with the moon, up where miss moon, moon-mother, waves her feather of sleep, which brushes against the inner you and lulls, pulls, overcomes and calms.

"no i'm not "

"you're not aware of a single thing you're saying or doing."

"yes i am."

"you're doing just what you've been hypnotized to do."

"no i'm not."

"if you're able to sit still for thirty seconds, you're able to be hypnotized. are you able? to be still."

"yes i am."

"then i'll simply count to 30, and you look in my eyes. 1, 2...alright, you moved. you're nervous about being hypnotized."

"no i'm not."

"then there should be nothing making you twitch. all should be calm. 1, 2, 3, 4...hey! are you really able to sit still? not everyone can right away."

"yes i am."

"alright. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 -- alright, are you being funny? you're smiling."

"no i'm not."

"okay. i thought you were. are you ready to try again? and are you sure?"

"yes i am."

"alright. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16....right. you moved again. you're playing a game, aren't you? you're nervous about being hypnotized, you feel it starting to happen and you're letting yourself go a bit further, a bit further in and then shaking it off."

"no i'm not."

"i think next time you might let me get to 30, and i might even go a bit past 30. you're nervous, yet you're curious, aren't you? you are a curious person, i think."

"yes i am."

"alright. so i think you can get to 30 this time. are you going to be perfect and quiet til 30, looking in my eyes, or are you really planning to try and shake out of it again? i wonder if you might be too nervous about being hypnotized to let yourself be calm while you feel yourself being hypnotized. you're definitely quite nervous, i think."

"no i'm not."

"to be nervous means...you know the power of hypnosis, you're excited for the intensity and worried for the access, the unknowns. i just want to ask you one last time -- it's okay if you're too nervous. do you think you're calm enough to make it to 30 and be hypnotized?"

"yes i am."

"1...." ... "...30...31...and...thirty...two. you are much more deeply hypnotized.'"

"no i'm not."

"that's true. before, you were completely hypnotized. and are you completely hypnotized now?"

"yes i am."

"completely is completely. all is all. totally is totally. yet i think you're deeper than before."

"no i'm not."

"if i told you there was a way to go even deeper, more completely than completely, aren't you curious what it is?"

"yes i am."

"it's simply to close your eyes -- i see you have already, good -- and then to find yourself unable, as you will be, to open them. you're trying very hard already to open your eyes."

"no i'm not."

"i don't think you're really confident you could open your eyes if you really really tried."

"yes i am."

"i see you're already trying your hardest."

"no i'm not."

"if it turns out you can't open your eyes, and they're really stuck, are you ready to admit you're hypnotized? i'm not sure you're confident enough, even with that proof."

"yes i am."

"alright. you're trying your hardest already."

"no i'm not."

"alright. try your hardest then. right now. are you trying your hardest?"

"yes i am."

"you're laying off that tiny bit, nervous to see if you're really hypnotized."

"no i'm not."

"are you really really really trying your hardest?"

"yes i am."

"you're keeping your eyes closed on purpose."

"no i'm not."

"you're really really feeling like your eyes are stuck closed, then? and you're really really really trying?"

"yes i am.'

"then i suppose you're hypnotized. unless you're playing along. admit it, it's all fun."

"no i'm not."

"then you really think you're hypnotized? you really really can't open your eyes? you're really really hypnotized? you aren't really really hypnotized."

"yes i am."

"then just take a deep breath in, hold it two seconds, let it out and imagine...sleep. deep sleep all over your body, pouring all over everywhere. your body is asleep, your mind is awake, listening to me. the words 'lights out' from me will bring you right back here, each and every time. the words 'lights on' will blink your eyes open, ready and alert. 'lights out.' right here. body is asleep, mind is awake, listening to me. lights on. you're hypnotized at this very moment."

"no i'm not."

"how so?"

"a lot of things have changed since yesterday. what was your name yesterday?"

i said my name then.

"and today it's?"

i said my name now. i had decided to change it yesterday.

"do you think hypnosis had a part in that?"

i thought, hypnosis had a part in that.

then i thought, maybe it did. i don't recall it being so, yet it was an intense experience. & things like that can make you realize things.

"not as i recall," i said.

"do you think your name is something hypnosis could alter?'

suddenly my new name felt ridiculous. one doesn't just change one's name on day from feeling like it. all of a sudden it seemed preposterously silly. my name was the same as it always was.

"i don't know," i said.

"what's your name, again?"

i said my name, the same as it always was.

"so you've changed back."

"yes."

"i see. a name, i think, is like an altar, a focal, central point of ourselves, which affects everyone's interactions with us once they know it."

no, my new name was better. the old one, i was tired of. why not change it when you felt like it? it was like dyeing your hair or getting tan. it was always interesting to see how things like that affected the way people talked to you or acted around you.

"do you think your name will stay the same now?"

"yes."

"and just -- one last time -- what is it, firmly?"

i said my new name.

"that's -- okay. i'm going to alter my proceedings a bit here & just say that since your name, your new name, sounds a little alt-er to me, i think you might inside want to try an edgier style. and so i would just like to point you in that direction, as something you might feel freer in than now, or at least freer, just having that way of being open to you, in addition to how you were to everyone before."

for a moment, as he talked, i'd reconsidered and gone back on myself again, thinking my old name was much more solid & classic. then i snapped out of that again & i was certain again that i wanted to have my new name. and new clothes. boots with the buckles and jeans with the straps and studs. i always thought they were so cool when i saw people in them. why couldn't i wear them? no reason. i could. i would. i was excited to surprise the hypnotist with how different i would look tomorrow. maybe i would even get an undercut. that was a big step. maybe i would flip a coin about it. that felt like a perfect idea, like just the kind of chaotic i'd always wanted to be. well, to be outside my head anyway.

tomorrow, the hypnotist would certainly ask if i thought the new way i looked had anything to do with being hypnotized. i was fairly certain that, if it did, it was just the intensity of the experience rocking my boat, so to speak -- jumping me out of everyday inertia to do things i'd always been curious about -- and not any so-called "hypnotic suggestion" in that particular direction. i didn't recall anything of that nature being suggested to me, in any case. the several times i'd been hypnotized so far, it was just perfect, pure relaxation, bliss, dreaminess, dreamwalking in a few different places, and then i woke up. i was excited to be hypnotized again tomorrow. i hoped the hypnotist would remember my new name. i really liked imagining the hypnotist call me my new name, & i also really liked imagining being hypnotized while i was wearing the new clothes i had in mind to buy later that day. it was such an excellent idea to sign up to be hypnotize every day for a week! so many things i'd always thought about were happening already, just from the intensity of the experience, even without suggestions in any particular direction, at least as far as i could recall. it did make me curious what might happen if there were particular suggestion. maybe i would ask the hypnotist to do that as a test. it would be fun to bet he couldn't make me want to wear all white like those instagram or whatever people. i always thought that was the most overdone, nouveau riche, gauche thing, so there was no way i would start liking it as an aesthetic without particular suggestion. so that way, i could see if hypnosis could really do what the hypnotist kept implying it could. i was very pleased to think of that dare for the hypnotist & i wrote it down in the notes on my phone to remember to ask about tomorrow, so he could try it when i was hypnotized again. i was very curious what it would feel like to have something about you changed like that, so i could hardly sleep that night, thinking about being hypnotized ,with my new name, in my new clothes, into going way far in a different direction from that. i didn't think there was any way it could really work.

the next day, waking up from being hypnotized, with my new name, in my new clothes, i suddenly felt very silly. it suddenly felt like kind of a put-on to wear all black with studs and chains and things. like, who did i think i was? it had been a fun idea to think about, but actually having done it, it felt silly. in any case that "angel gothic" thing was so much cooler. the white of death, of shrouds, of fungus, of age and ice...i'd even seen people online who wore small white angel wings just as everyday clothing, &i thought that was awesome.