Alas, My Last Two Brain Cells Are Trying To Tango. Meanwhile, The Third...well He's Playing The Floor

Alas, my last two brain cells are trying to tango. Meanwhile, the third...well he's playing the floor is lava, while standing on both the two.

Not my Art, just saw these two things and thought that they should be together.

Bro, getting dissociation in a grocery store hits about as hard as an anxious marijuana high. Both are equally terrifying Because somehow, everyone and everything seem to be moving waaay to fast. and you just can't seem to concentrate on anything.

I just couldn't stop thinking about this.