Thursday, October 4, 2012

Volcano Nachos



Man takes hit -- trips -- flails arms attempting to log in to Microsoft Works. -- raises hand clutching his TV remote thinking it’s his computer mouse -- continues to flail about -- starts laughing...
HOLY CRAP

Wow wowowowowwowow woW

Purple and green humanoids
All connecting together
Forming some kind of structure
Rotating before his visual cortex
Deep inside his tripping mind.
“HA HA HA HA HA“

Purple and green rotating humanoids; all roasting in some electri-fried cerebral current. Quivering humanoids attached together like molded, electrostatic clones: ready to be plucked like fruit and placed back into tripping man's reality.

He needsanotherhit.

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ZOOM ZOOM BOOM
(tripping man exhales smoke from second hit of extract)

Almost immediately there’s a knock at the door. The knock-knocking echoes in tripping man’s mind. Dozens of voices reverberate around the persistent knocking sound -- voices that stop in mid sentence -- sentence fragments that rapidly fire up and around like electromagnetic fan blades.

Tripping man doesn’t care anymore -- salvia has temporarily set him free. He stumbles towards his front door. Opening it, multicolored trails of humanoid ribbons stretch outwardly from where the door, only seconds before, was stoically closed.

A shock wave of sunlight fills tripping man’s eyes as streams of human faces stare back at him. He continues laughing out loud.
“HA HA HA HA HA”

Tripping man hears a voice emanating from within the cosmic blue.
“Hey, man. We’re making a Taco Bell run. You want anything?”
Tripping man, still laughing, holds his hands out as the concrete surface outside his apartment beckons him down like a suctioning troll.

Tripping man, now flat on the ground, slowly rolls over and looks up at his friends’ expressions of shocked bewilderment. He cries out, “I just fucking saw you all in a jello mold! You were just inside - a fucking, electri-fried - jello mold!!”

One of the figures smilingly stares down at him and intones, “I get it. You just smoked some salvia, right?”
Tripping man points his hand at the figure and replies, “You better fucking get it. We’re just apparitions painted on the inside of a holographic bubble.”

The stationary figure looks down at tripping man and answers, “OK, dude. …Later”. Then tripping man's friends stream-walk down the steps leading to the parking lot. After a few heavy seconds, tripping man twists his head to the side. Drawing forth a final burst of energy, he yells,
“Hey Guys, Bring Me Back Some Volcano Nachos And Extra Hot Sauce!!!“