...you meet the cactus in the dark of winter, sardine paste congealing over the surface of your scalp.
Fiery bongos meld and mingle with electric impulses relayed by the white and rectangular device which you have linked yourself to. The questions multiply; is this some arcane sacred ceremony initiated by alien forces?
Is this a premonition sent to you from the depths of the spectre-eye in the Easter Island crystal goblet on your coffee table?
Steadying your nerves for one moment, just one moment, you lock up your visual paraclaws onto the microscopic beasties that populate your persian rug.
Congratulations, you have crossed your eyes.
Thanks for Visiting.
-Martin |
