“I remember”, he said with a faint smile, “how one chemically induced trip, back in the 60s, had once taken me up a rainbow, which I proceeded to lick. I remember it tasted a little salty and sugary. Almost like blood. It smelled like blood too, that was until I realized, of course, it was the blood running down the broken needle.”
“Those were the day”, he said in between the looming darkness, “When I was walking mighty tall and proud, on the wheels of fire”
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