Always be wary, for psychics are fallen angels.
They are prostitutes of information.

Psychics are like men on Viagra with constant erections.
They see the world not as a series of moments, but a series of déjà vu’s.

The psychic popped her head through the rabbit hole,
Only to find herself in Japan.
Running through a field of grass,
She felt the blades breathing bubbles of bohemia.
But the technology of Japan frightened her,
So she jumped on a plane headed home.

While seeing cell phones implanted into peoples’ hands scared her,
The sound of a jet engine sounded almost apocalyptic to her.
Jumping, and ducking, and running up and down the aisles screaming in tongues,
People thought she was crazy.  
But she was just a psychic.
Soon the view calmed her down.

Blue and white are a psychic’s favourite colours.
They don’t need Nike air bubbles to feel like they’re walking on clouds.
In fact, their feet never though the ground.
Looking out the window brought back moments of nostalgia.
Nostalgia is like sex and drugs rolled into one euphoric moment for psychics.

Landing in the airport among strangers, she felt at home.
Her eyes followed their invisible paths,
And every time a connecting golden spark quietly echoed,
Like cement blocks colliding.
A longing smile brushed her face.
For lunch, the psychic had a shiny red apple.
McDonalds makes her vomit.

Psychics have no need for cell phones.
After finishing her apple, she trudged to where she had to be,
Hoping to see a spark and expecting disappointment.
Nobody was aware of her as she leaned against a pillar,
Whispering into the ears of people passing by,
Wishing they’d say something back and expecting disappointment.

It wasn’t a gust of wind, nor a brain fart, nor a moment of nostalgia.
It was the exact opposite of nostalgia; it was déjà vu.

Our psychic friend got home and ran a bath,
Submerging her entire body underwater.  
Looking from above, she didn’t look dead, nor alive.
After twenty minutes of looking up at the ceiling,
And the intoxicating feeling of being flooded,
She fell asleep, thinking only of nothing.