To Vomit the Undigestible

Thursday, January 18, 2007


Mushroom Jack was older than I expected. He had those hands.. the ones that have ones inner vessels softly creating crevices, valleys and mountains in sand. He had rivers of ash in his hair and was dressed in crimson cotton. I was in search of a love potion and thats just what I got.. not those cheezy ones that you get in glass viles with a cork stopper with a sign in Monotype Corsiva saying "love potion" in cheap print. This was raw. And this was real. One millilitre down my throat directly from a syringe with a sip of water to chase it.
Fuchsia cough syrup with a twang sans sweetner.
And then Mushroom Jack said,
"Let there be light"
... and there was.


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