Once, to me this feeling came. The chemicals making their way through the blood stream. She walked in the door. So tall, unbelievably tall, freakish Even. The glasses that sat on her face, were as large as John Deer tractors. Each lens, One tractor. As I sat crouched in the corner. Looking up at her, gave the illusion that she was a liquid, alive. Driving upstream like a raging rapid but going no where. Recycled like an office desk waterfall. It was all coming back to me………………Mushrooms.
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