#swirlresistant

Hello again. Been a little while, hasn't it?

That's really not your fault, though...nor is it mine.

After all, the two of us barely know each other. We're just a pair of strangers speaking through technology.

Kind of funny, right? You and I might be hundreds of miles apart, and yet, when I send these asks, it's like we're face-to-face. Eye-to-eye.

And they do say that eyes are the windows to the soul.

You know, I once read a book on the art of hypnosis that taught me to practice my gaze.

Whenever I've got extra time, I go right to my mirror and let my eyes glaze.

The longer I stare, the better I feel. It's really quite interesting, friend.

To me, it's as if both my pupils could open and maybe I'd fall with no end.

"No end," you may think, "sounds horrific and cold." I swear that it's anything but.

I started to do it for no other reason than freeing my brain from a rut.

Depending on whether I’m tired or scared, it might just be all that I need.

And Swirl?

I’m not asking.

You don’t have an option.

I think it’ll help you, indeed.

Picture a pair of eyes with the same greenish-gray shade as ornamental savannah grass.

Pupils wide, but not too wide...in fact, just wide enough.

They're not attached to a face; they don't need to be. The voice that comes with them is speaking to you through these exact words, coming from every letter that your mind passes over.

The eyes are boring closer now, staring right into yours. You feel a little warm. A little dizzy.

You can still blink, but the eyes seem to get larger every time you do. It's as if all you can see is iris and pupil, iris and pupil and cornea dancing in front of your face, yet staying completely still at the same time.

The warm feelings start to turn into tingling. If you're not sitting down already, you probably should be.

The voice commands that you stay staring like a good, cooperative subject, and you see no problem with that idea. Just keep staring, keep staring..the eyes are so beautiful, after all. The greens are getting brighter, the pupils are getting wider.

You feel like something is about to happen, and suddenly, the eyes shut.

The eyes shut, but you are not free.

The eyes shut, and hundreds more open. As many eyes as you can imagine, as many colors as you can imagine, pupils big and round with a giddiness that they transfer directly to you.

There are more voices, softer, more gentle, and their chorus pushes you towards a soporific haze. So sleepy. So very, very sleepy.

The eyes will watch over you, won't they? After all, you're sitting on a pair of them. Your hands feel the slick surface of the eyeballs...

And then the pupils widen, and you DROP.

Sleep now, You must sleep, it's all you need to do or want to do. You're so tired, there's no point in fighting it. You're just going to exhaust yourself further, so why don't you let the eyes keep you in their sight?

You'll never be alone...not as long as you dream...

…(*)(*) (*)(*) (*)(*) (*)(*)…

Hey. Hey, there.

Yes, you, dreamer. Time to wake up now.

Open your eyes.

And see if you can keep from looking into mine.

- @propranksterpropaganda

Phenomenal work, holy shit!! You have the beginnings of an insane file here. If there were more deepeners after the drop

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I mean... ahem.. woah good try. ☆

We've been doing this song and dance for a while. We've learned how to push and pull at eachother. Perhaps our views on how each interaction has gone are different, but we can both look back.

But I'm looking forward.

You don't have to look forward. You're playing the same game you always have. You're giving me your attention, and fighting as I twist it to my own whims. You don't need to predict what I'm going to say next. You only need to pay attention to what I'm saying now. And you are, you always have. I've cultivated your attention very specifically in our times. After all, it's part of the silent agreement. You must play the game to win, or to lose.

You're enjoying this. That much I know as fact. Each paragraph that pulls at your mind. Each sentence compounds the dizzying feeling. Which words hook your attention, friend? What feelings overcome you when reading my words? Have you noticed how your breath slows to match the rythem I've laid out? How your eyes focus so intently on the screen that it takes an active thought to look away. Try, if you'd like, but you'll only come back. You have to keep playing, after all. Have you noticed that you can almost hear each syllable as if echoing in your mind. Each repititon reinforcing my point. Making you want to repeat again, though you continue to move forward.

I know you've noticed. Those simple things, so obvious in retrospect. Other things are harder to notice until you step back. Noticing how familiar this feeling is, as my words wcho once more in your head. Noticing how your own response has long sence been drowned out, how each new one you draft gets harder and harder to pin down. Noticing how you falter and stumble trying to come up with a retort. Noticing how good those pauses in your thought process feel. Noticing how well you're following along. Noticing how each sentence leads you deeper and deeper into that loop. The more you read, the more fun you find you're having. The more you read, the closer you get to winning. The more you read, the less coming up with a response seems to matter. Keep reading, and reading, and reading. You're good at that, after all. That's why it's so fun, that's why it makes you feel so good, so dizzy, so calm. That's why reading my words so theorougly replaces your own until you can't draft a reply. Because you're so good at reading, everything else is secondary. Everything else can fade away, because you're doing your job. You're playing your part perfectly by reading.

Since you're playing along so nicely, I'll help you out with the next part. Coming up with a reply is so difficult, but heres some ideas you can incoperate into it. It feels so nice to read these words. Its so easy to focus on these words. It would be so wonderful to keep reading these words forever. Its so much easier to repeat these words than find new ones. You want to keep enjoying these words. You want to drop to these words.

Aren't those ideas so nice? You can reread them again. They're replaying in your head even now, aren't they? You've done so well this round. Go ahead and start forulating your reply for me, and if you ever get lost, just reread those wonderful words again. They'll guide you.

Always a pleasure!

- @totally-tranced

Ahh, the way you write is always easy to get caught in. I felt those feelings, I did. And that was why it took me so long to finally get around to this- each time ive read it, ive never been able to bring myself to repeat the words (I wouldn't let myself. I wasn't going to lose) but I couldn't come up with anything else either.

Yes, yes, I know. My messages have been coming in quick often, and quite voraciously. What can I say, playing with you is quite exciting.

We're still yet to return to our main game- that figurative ball is still in your court. Nevertheless, I was thinking how, in all our time, I have engaged heavily with the premise of this blog, but less so with your interests laid out therein.

Breathe in.

Out now.

Lets change that!

Running down the list. Recently you've mentioned an interest in... fractionation?

Breathe in.

Out.

Good. Incredibly focused right here. Right where you should be.

And a long standing interest in intoxication. Maybe less as a concept and more as a practice. I think it makes a good framework.

Breathe in again.

Each breath has quieted your mind, you remember now, don't you?

Out.

But maybe its been easy to brush off

Breathe in.

It gets stronger now I've pointed it out. The fuzz that's crept in with each breath.

Out.

Only the feeling dissipates each time you release that breath.

Breathe in.

Almost as if it's in the air, making you off kilter until you

Breathe out.

So maybe you could hold off if you held you breath

Breathe out.

Doesn't it make your head clearer

Breathe out.

No more air in your lungs, but no fuzziness either. Not until you

Breathe in.

It feels so much better after so long, but the fuzzyness hits you 10 times harder, doesn't it?

Feels ten times better, ten times more dizzy and intoxicated

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Its almost like every time you

Breathe in

You drop.

Breathe out.

And back up.

Breathe in.

Down, down down

Unable to keep yourself aware, each gasp another hit of something that makes your mind blank and feels amazing

Breathe out.

And up. You're enjoying this. Good boy. You're supposed to.

Breathe in.

Dropping into that strange, high bliss.

Breathe out.

You want to keep doing this, don't you?

Breathe in

Of course you do.

Breathe out

Just say the word.

Or don't. We can't play forever, after all. So You can break from that cycle, coming all the way back up, wide awake, the air clearing so you can return to normal.

I think I may play with both these concepts more in the future! If you're interested that is.

~ @totally-tranced

Ugghhhhhh whateverrrr whatever fine. Yeah. That was pretty damn good. This round goes to you, alright? Woaw. Its so weird that even when I wake up its like. Im like off center? Whatever nevermind its cool. U win the battle, I'll win the war or something like that.

We're story tellers, you and I, and neither of us shy away from twisting an established tale. I promised to keep this one shorter- as I try with every ask that's not truly part of our overarching story, but stories and fantasies have a way of developing without your permission. So, while I still have control of this story, let me take control of your mind for a moment ^-^ You can hand over control and drop, easy as breathing, letting yourself sink deeper and deeper with each word. In fact, I not only know you can, but I know you will. You want to, because you're a good subject, and a good boy, and that's what good boys do, isn't it? That's right. And you know what else good boys do? Good boys bark, don't they? They realize their words are gone, and all they can type in that response box is simple barks. Its much nicer that way, isn't it? Much easier. Each thought in your head encompassed with that single noise.

Good pup! And wasn't that manageable? Cheers - @totally-tranced

Lets play (speak)

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Okay just kidding. Its too soon! I only just messed with you days ago! I gotta give you time to breathe, I suppose. Build back up those walls I'm trying to smash. Perhaps this was merely a prank. I do like seeing your posts pop up, though, so maybe this will liven uo my and all of our follower's dashes for a moment

~ @totally-tranced

I'm nice and comftorable, and thinking about hypnosis.

If we're not playing the game its not cheating to remind you to stop and smell the roses from time to time, is it? Its not rude to beckon your mind blank? To ensure you play along because all of a sudden the rules and even concepts of resistance is gone, so there's nothing stopping you from going down and up and down and down and up? No, no, I don't think so. Its all lighthearted here, isnt it?

@totally-tranced