Long story short, Chico got me fucked up, son.
Short story long—okay so what had happened was, I was telling Chico about the world some more when we stumbled upon these…leaves. And he had wanted to nibble them but I was suspect and in the cute little lizard way he has he got me to try them before he did, and basically I was right not to let him try them, but the downside was I was fried.

You fucker.

You were laughing the whole time, too. Like, not real laughter, obviously, because lizards don’t do that. Actually your face stays pretty blank most of the time; you just have wide eyes and sometimes your mouth opens and you’ve got a little pink tongue and if I wasn’t feeling the shit that comes out of your head you’d be just a blank little cutie-pie, huh? Except not, except I know how shitty you actually are, and you thought it was just the best thing in the world that I was stumbling around and that the colors I was seeing were skewed and that my speech was slurred and I was giggling way too much to be okay and…

…and uh…

….what…what were we talking about?

….

…No, seriously, I’m lost.

look at you, just fucking laughing at me, like “WHAAAT DIS BITCH JANKED OFF HER ASS” and obviously you weren’t saying that because lizards don’t talk but your head flashed with these snide-ass emotions and OH YEAH THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK I WAS TALIKNG ABOUT.

So uh, I kinda stumbled my ass down to the place again—you know, the place where the things happened and I had fallen in so many more ways than one. But the closer I got to that room, the more painful my heart pulled, and I realized I wasn’t ready for it. So, ignoring your questioning thoughts, I took a different turn down a different hallway and I came to another glowing room, but it was glowing in a different way than the crystals had.

It was glowing with life.

It was glowing with moss.

“Fuck no, I’m not trying any o’ this,” I slurred in annoyance, as you wiggled up and down my face in obvious excitement, the dare in your mind clear. “I c’n walk all of two steps in one direction without bustin’ my ass and you still try’na get me turnt.” I snickered, and the snicker turned into a full-blown laugh, because I was still roasted. “This shit’ll kill me, prolly,” I mused, leaning on a thing for balance (was it a tree? Was it a rock? Fuck it I’m high). “Or uh…guess I shit green glowing things or whatever,” I continued, because suddenly the thought captivated the both of us, and we were both wondering if my stomach would glow if I tried osme of the moss and I was just muzzling my way to the nearest bunch when we saw the Big White Thing on the ground.

“Fuck is that?” I said to myself, except I was wrecked, so it was more like damn-near screamed in the cavernous expanse of this cove. You slithered down to the end of my nose for a better look, and your teeny-tiny heartbeat offered images in my brain—suggestions. “Nah, it ain’t no mushroom,” I said, my eyebrow cocked as I focused my blurry vision on the thing not too far from us.

Then something flopped around, a smaller dark shadow in the vicinity, and I jumped and you were jerked a little on my face and I could feel you smiling against me.

*"Oro te ne occidas discat cum volare.”*

“Oh shit it’s talking,” I said, my eyes bugging out as I crept closer to the tree/rock/thingamajig to try and hide and be stealthy (like they hadn’t already spotted my conspicuous ass long before then, jeez). I squinted my eyes and you laughed at me, and I peered at the white thing laying on the ground, and not once did I suspect it was a mare.



[Here have a fried Ros on a stick <3]



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