THE DIMENSIONAL SCHISM

WHERE SHIT GETS REAL... KLANG-KLANG SKHISM!

Indian improvisation class was quite interesting. Flori thoroughly enjoyed it, and it was the one class he hadn't slept through. Ralfi wasn't particularly interested, but he pretended to be for Flori's sake. After class, Ralf pulled Florian aside. Ralf's eyes shone red...

"That class was sick, but I know something even sicker... here, try this..." Ralf sneakily said to Florian.

In Ralf's thick hands were two objects... a pill and cigarette with green leaves sticking out of it.

"If you really love musik, you'll try these. They're enhancing materials from Mars. I swear I could see quantum physics with this shit."

Flori looked at the objects with apprehension. He remembered how his mama said that there were certain things you shouldn't put in your mouth, and drugs were included in this forbidden category. But what did drugs look like, anyways? Was the flute a drug? Was everything a drug? Was HE a drug? The point was, he naively accepted. He would do anything for his favoritest person!

He swallowed the pill and had Ralf light the cigarette for him.

The universe wavered. The two felt queesy and uneasy. Little did they know it, the very fabric of reality itself was having an anuerysm!

The moment the pill hit Flori's bloodstream and the smoke reached his brain, everything turned inside out and flashed rainbow colors.

"SEIZURE SEIZURE HELP HELP HELPPPPPPPPPPP RALFI HELPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!" Flori shouted in convulsions.

"This is normal, happens all the time!" Ralf said cooly.

Little did the two imbeciles know, they had just manipulated space-time with their tomfoolery. They greened out together and woke up in a foreign Dusseldorf...