This Halloween i will walk into a bar. Except i won't, a prerequisite of movement being three-dimensional space, which is merely an illusory construct of pure intuition.
That's right, i'm dressing up as Kant this Halloween.
last year I smoked meth and hallucinated kids outside my window looking at me so I kept looking out the window and every time I did a family with kids would walk by. I was day 3 no sleep or food and my friend came over and smoke a joint with me and ate all candy I never touched and then passed out on my chair and stayed until 4am and when he woke up I had no shirt on and was sweating like crazy and I said something like "damn the sun sure doesn't stay down long does it?"
