Wow, that was a trippy experience just reading it! I had a little Miguel of my own on my wrist several years ago. It eventually went away. No pus, no drama, no story.😁
Wow! The body is incredible, though I would not have been so composed for the eruption of Miguel. Congratulations on the book! It’s been fun getting a taste of it here.
Jealous, Anna. I first heard of mescaline in the late 1970s, reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I live in a rainy land of no peyote so it was another ten years before I got my hands of some imported stuff. I was drunk and the experience bore no resemblance to yours. I'll buy the book!
I am so excited about your book, and that is insane about the shard of glass. Isn’t it amazing what we can get used to?
Thank you Ally... Never thought about it that way but yes!
I quite enjoyed this, Anna! Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Perry!
Wow, that was a trippy experience just reading it! I had a little Miguel of my own on my wrist several years ago. It eventually went away. No pus, no drama, no story.😁
Wonderful, Anna!💕
Thanks Sheila! Pus is so satisfying when you can get it.
lol, it definitely can be!
Wow! The body is incredible, though I would not have been so composed for the eruption of Miguel. Congratulations on the book! It’s been fun getting a taste of it here.
Thanks Stephanie. As far as being composed, I wasn't quite in my right mind so...
Fair enough!
This is so very good. That rather long sentences inspired me to read.
So Mrs Dalloway, said Emily Dickinson, to write a multiple paragraphs (for her pages) sentence.
Your writing is captivating. Miguel exploding must have been euphoric. What a release and rebirth.
Brava!
Thank you Genessa!
A book! Yay!
Yay!
Jealous, Anna. I first heard of mescaline in the late 1970s, reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I live in a rainy land of no peyote so it was another ten years before I got my hands of some imported stuff. I was drunk and the experience bore no resemblance to yours. I'll buy the book!
Thanks Anna! I only took it once but the sun was shining fortunately.
Holy high balls, Anna! And I thought I’d been rather bonkers back in the day! Didn’t ex-Miguel need stitches?
No stitches!