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After we made our way through the "Blair Witch" woods
alive-or at least that’s what I thought-we walked into a
door that quite reminded me of the style door I might literally
run into in the movie "Labyrinth". I looked to my right,
down the wall a bit, and could see a butterfly walking backwards.
I tried to tell the crew but everyone was already in the house.
So, I walked in too, expecting to see Mark but I couldn’t
see anyone I knew. The house was huge and the walls seemed that
they were breathing. The first thought in my head? “Where’s the Jungle?” So I walked around the house until I came faace to face with the same door I came into the house through. |
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| “I knew this would happen...” I opened the door, half expecting the woods to be there, half expecting a talking dog riding another dog to be there. But, it was a garage! The garage had speakers upon speakers and junglists to my heart’s content, and a DJ...everything was normal. Until I saw Mark. He was all the way on the other side of the room. He had Matt with him, and they both had lollipops. A lollipop sounded good right about then. As a matter of fact, now that I look around, EVERYONE had a lollipop!! “Well, where’s mine?” I asked the people around me where they had all gotten them and suddenly, a lollipop with a little tag was in my hand, shining and unwrapped. I looked carefully at the tag, and now instead of Labyrinth, I felt like I was in Alice in Wonderland, playing the part of Alice!! Of course, the tag said "eat me". No wait! The tag said "drink me". “But how?!” As the pop turned into a small tea cup on a stick, I began to understand. A few people around me saw the same thing and grinned. So, I downed the lolli and made my way over to Mark, macking the candy tea cup and gum as I walked. |
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“What up, dog?” I blew
a bubble with my new found Blow Pop. “Hey! Did you get a lollipop too?” *pop* “Ya...it turned into a tea cup" “Mine turned into egg yolk!" “Gross...what do you mean? Are you telling me you ate egg yolk on a stick?” “No! It was just trails!” “You took some acid?! Mark- that shit’s not chill these days!” “Lila,” Mark gave me a knowing look, ”you know the candy is dosed, right?” |
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“Fuck." And with that,
I was off to find Marcus, someone who would be chill to hang
out with while I was frying on who knows how many hits. I turned
around to thank Mark, “Thank you.
I won’t be the same person the next time you see me. But
I’ll still love you, maaaaaann!” And those were
the last sober words to be heard out of my mouth for the rest
of the night. I figured if a vial may fit fairly well into a degummed blow pop, I probably drank about half a vial; 50 hits; $60; (5 x 6) - 20 x 5 = x hits. What most would call a lot-of acid-for my size...or maybe too much. Or, some might say: “And she didn’t go to the hospital?!” So then, there was Marcus. Marcus, Marcus, Marcus Mar cus
Marcus Marcus Marcus Mark cus Mark cussed. Then, I imagined Mark
saying a cuss word and made myself laugh. A mouth, eyebrows, and ears appeared next to my head and followed me around. So, I turned to them and named the collection. “I’m gonna call you Cifra.
That’s Italian for symbol. An ‘Artecifra’ artist
named Francesco Clemente did a painting called 'She and She'
in 1982. It’s a woman with a head next to her own head,
which is what I feel like right now. Go figure.”
But Cifra never answered. She only smiled a little. So I continued
the conversation. After all, Cifra and I had just met, she was
probably a little shy. “I am Cifra” she finally answered. “I know, I named you, remember?” “No you didn’t.”
She sounded so confident. But I know I named her cuz it was just
a few minutes ago. “It was an hour
ago, actually. And you didn’t name me, you’ve always
know my name.” Cifra disappeared. So I began talking
to myself. “That was some crazy shit!
Where’d she go? Anyway...” Some kids walked
by wondering who I was talking to. “I’m trippin, yo!” I established once again with myself, “Lets get into some trouble.” I was still walking around the perimeter of the house when I spotted one door which had smoke coming out of it. |
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“Tight,” I suspected there would be a bit of weed smoking at this party. So, I walked to the green door and put my hand on the warm handle, turned, and opened the door. But the door simply disintegrated and the smoke in the room filled the hallway, causing the room to clear out. Now, I could see the walls and the furniture. Then, all of the sudden, those disappeared too. All that was left was a bed and a black mosquito net covering it. Time stood still... I moved slowly through the remaining smoke which seemed to travel with me as I made my way to the bed. A familiar hand opened the net, so I comfortably sat down and laid back a little on the huge pillow. I closed my eyes and began to hear a trance song from a very long time ago. “DJ Mystic.” I whispered, “from the one party at the Glasshouse!” I couldn’t believe it, "God how long ago was that?” “A long time ago!” someone answered. I opened my eyes to see who it was, “Tony?!” But nothing was there. No bed, no net, no pillow, no music, and worst of all, no Tony. I was standing in an empty room- I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I could hear the muffled sounds from the other rooms now, and the sound of a clock ticking. It reminded me that time will change shit. I reached up and wiped my cheak off. “But I have to keep my chin up.” A couple of kids dressed like bunnies busted into the room and smiled. “Oh shit!! Sorry! We’ll find another room!” they shouted, deaf from standing too close to the speakers. “No, It’s cool, I was just leaving.” “Wanta back rub?” she said as she put her hands on my shoulders. “No. No. I’m OK, thanks.” I walked out of the room laughing and shaing my head. The hallway was still full of smoke. But I heard some lollipops crunching at one end... “Matt!?” I said astonished. “Hey, want one?” He tried to hand me a lollipop... “Oh, Hell no!! Fool... I just went on some crazy trip- I can’t have any more. I’m - wait! Did I disappear too?! Oh shit. I need a mirror!” I ran off looking for a bathroom. My chalkboard reappeared. I remembered the time that I left the earth, and now I might be disappeared! I need to calculate the formula for the water diplaced to make sure that I’m still here! La dida-figuring that shit out! I drew pictures, diagrams, graphs, etc... The chalk board conveniently moved with me all the way to the bathroom. I opened the door and to my amazement, it was a normal bathroom! No breathing walls, pink elephants, or furniture on the ceiling. |
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“OK. Now, I'll run some bath water.” As I waited for the tub to fill up, I sat and thought about how sick this party was ending up to be. I didn’t want to be frying, but I was enjoying it none the less. Then there was a knock on the door, right as the water reached the top of the tub. “Shit.” I whispered, “Come in.” “Lila! what the fuck are you doing?” Marcus had found me. “Mark told me to look out for you so you don’t get yourself into any shit this time, OK?” "When have you known me to not be able to handle my shit? This is me!” I reasoned with Marcus as I put one fully clothed leg into the water. “Don’t worry about me.” And with that I put the other foot in the tub and sat down. “The water displaced!” I screamed. Marcus stepped back. “I’m not disappeared!” “Oh my God, Lila, you have lost it.” “No! See, I have everything figured out. I wrote it on the chalk board, and the water spilled, which means I’m not disappeared or nothing. Cuz the bed dissappeared and everything!” “So, now you are all wet.” Marcus informed me. “Ya. We’re gonna have to do something bout that aren’t we?” “Who’s we?” he tried to step down from being Mark’s bitch. “You and Me!” I said, “We have to find the dryer, as in clothes, and dry my shit. You can give me your shirt while we’re waiting!” “What?!” “Come on, Marcus!” “Fine, let’s go.” “Y’all wish ya had a tight flow : like mine, Jamall fights crime, Yo E, pass me da 40! Pour a swig out for my fuckin' homies!!!” I said walking behind Marcus. This was going to be quite a journey. We were both trippin and looking for something which we didn’t have a clue as to where it was. Tight!! “So, if you were a dryer, where would you be?” “I would be in the ... laundry room.” I couldn’t think of anything better to say. I was too wet. The sound of my shoes sloshing on the tile floor sounded like a metal pan being hit far, far away. And Marcus’ voice sounded like static from the loud music. “Hey, where are we dog?” I asked suddenly. “Near the Jungle room.” He answered just as suddenly. “Aren’t there usually washers and dryers in the garage? And isn't the Drum n Bass in the garage?!!” “Yep!” Marcus agreed. “Das Tay ght!” And we both sprinted to the garage. |
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On the way we decided to stop into the kitchen for a little O.J. to get as fucked up as possible. The fridge was glowing when we opened the door. “Marcus,” I said maniacally, “Get in the fridge.” “No.” “Get in.” “You.” “I’m all wet, I’ll get sick.” “No.” “Fine.” So we kept searching for the dryer. |
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No one thought anything of it. Everyone was all fucked up!! It was wrong how fucked up everyone was. Then I saw Matt walk by again, still chomping on his lollipops. “Hey, Marcus, does Matt have new lollipops everytime I see him, or are the the same ones?” “When did you see Matt?” “Just now.” “They must be new.” He said disapprovingly. “Das Fucked up.” “What’s up with this ‘das’ that you’re saying?” “Awno dog,” I lazilly said, “Das just how I talk now.” “OK.” “OK.” Then there was a long silence. I was dressed again in warm, dry clothes. “Marcus, did you dress me again?” “Ya-not that it was easy.” “Thanks. So, let’s get into some trouble.” But the next thing I knew, the sun was coming up and people were going home. “You’ve caused enough trouble for one night.” |
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words AND art by the little podlewski,
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Finally, we found it! I took my
wet clothes off, put Marcus’ shirt on and stood in a dark,
non-visible area of the garage. Marcus couldn’t stop lauging.
Nor could I. So we stood there for at least 20 minutes, laughing.