My Psychic Senses Started Screaming In A Thrift Store
Sometimes when I enter a second hand store; my psychic senses get attacked by suspicious spiritual buffering and like in a flash and a completely unnecessary spiritual emergency totally end up in an entire supernatural investigation of all objects present.
Apparently my psychic brain levels instantly escalate into an aggressively interrogating state and will scan the obnoxious theatrical looking objects for emotional damage, suspicious history and possible paranormal involvement.
I even might get sucked in to a black hole occasionally and get launched through seventeen alternate dimensions where every single version of me is still trying to figure out why it is that snails produces unbelievable amounts of drool, which makes me think if babies aren’t just reincarnated snails with an awful emotionally manipulative potato attitude.
Except that totally isn’t possible, because the d*mm babies should have been snails in a previous life for crying out loud.
But anyways, expose your eyeballs to the full psychic investigation here
