I ate some Icelandic shrooms last night and instead of the normal bubbly trip with purple tumors growing and pulsati- ng within my walls, I was overcome wit- h waves of euphoric ecstasy. I didn’t nut my pants or any sick shit like th- at, I just felt good. Positively posit- ive. After the initial ripples of nausea and creative drippings uneasiness dissipated, I wanted to re- like semen-stains on ach out to the world-—communicate, smi- lonely le to strangers, anything. I journeyed sheets out through my window into the cold and began to realize that I don’t even kn- those waterfall eyes... ow my own neighborhood very well. I wa- I want you lked under a bridge, through a tunnel, to wash away these blemishes for me, and the aleatory markings of suburban as the dust gathers in your haunting absence decay formed the most beautiful sprawl- as they swell up and wilt painfully like freshly planted black eyes ing images. Something like cigarette b- urns covered the ceiling in the tunnel, abuse me and as I stared at the walls modern ca- neglect my presence: i am ve paintings came alive to me. Images smoke in your eyes, clinging to you of screaming faces, laughing faces, pe- like the stench of tar. wash me ople dancing and vast dreamlike citysc- from your unclean hands-- apes unwound themselves from the patte- rns on the concrete fabric. The repain- ted crumbling walls were like a canvas; from your unclean body and tainted past in a looking glass that is covered in ash, s pider’s nests and traces of ancient our perception is poisoned; the stains they will last v andalism became the paint. As if p- till in the garden I sleep, under stars, under grass. a ut there by some hidden artist, the trauma of living m words “The anemone can many forests wash this away. p cover, in giant stretches along the e forest floor” appeared in bold cap- . ital letters on the wall opposite . me. This jumbled little line hit me . like a kick to the crotch from a s- teel-toed boot, and thoughts erupt- ed into my mind like a giant brain- we will never see hawaii; i will never see you the same way as before gasm. anything other than I let worlds curl out from my lips and they quite felt nice in the somber sound of sea bells you i skin a whisper. It made perfect sense. Now I’m not so sure, but at electicity lacks Liar am tissue the moment it was beautiful. And I was like the anemone; a be- what i don't: i hate ? blood autiful mass of positive energy stretching widely: a golden sh- presence; you i guts ining slime oozing through the cracks of the ugly concrete wa- what am nerves steland, infecting the white-painted trees and blessing all of am where and the land with my golden touch. The area which once was someth- i i electricity? ing I grumbled and glanced at during my daily routine of publ- am ic transportation and school became pure aesthetic gravy in t- why he twinkling of a dilated pupil. And in a puff of smoke the m- oment was ashed—-right as my cigarette hit the floor. page ten. i'm shocked; absolutely shocked. not because of what has happened, but i'm shocked cos i saw IT coming, the lumbering beast, the twisted figure, the distorted prophet; i saw the future; i saw into your eyes and drank their milk and i drank of you and when you sank your teeth into my flesh the convergence of energies ignited a small candle inside my chest. this candle flickered steadily, and it wasnt until this morning that i became aware of its presence. i awoke surrounded by ghosts; i awoke in the middle of a conversation with nothing, not even myself, just nothing; an empty chair. and she was gone. the sounds she left are not fit for the ears of mortal men, and the pathetic confines of text can not properly convey the pure terror of that which i have experienced.