An Important Lesson ]

(all persons and places in this story are pure fiction. any resemblence with reality would be sheer coincidence. nothing of this ever happened)

The old Citroen Limo was gliding through the fresh crackly snow
Phil sat in the back and watched the white landscape drift by....
In the front at the wheel sat Louis who had put his arm around Marie.
Phil didn't completely agree with this since he was fond of Marie himself.
But then, he should be happy to be here with them at all since he was a 20
year old nobody while Louis was a dealer (pusher?) with plenty of drugs and
money.

Why was he fond of Marie? Easily explained:
Once his friends had told him to go to the strip joint where she worked and
ask if she was selling any trips...
Luckily it was her who opened the door and upon stepping to the door she
gave him a short cuddle, a hug..
Of course he had no money to go into the club with her, he had heard that
the first beer costed 10 Marks, which was a lot in 1972..
You'd get 3 grams of hash or a trip for it..
And she said she had no trips for sale, and that was that.

Since then he had believed that she had the hots for him, and had waited
for her to make a move on him since he didn't really know how to....
No woman had taught him yet...

It must have been his liking for Marie that he invited her and Louis and
his friend Michael into his parents flat who were on holiday at the
moment...
Of course all of them had made a horrible mess, and no one had cleaned
anything up...his parents would be really pissed of if he didn't get a
chance to clean up before they came back.

At first they had smoked the hash until it came out of their ears and other
places...
Louis kept going on about how this hash contained a lot of opium in it....
Phil didn't really care he was already so stoned that he thought he
couldn't take any more at all. But the others really couldn't get enough:
Louis, who must have been very tolerant to thc and opium, Marie because she
wanted to be cool with Louis, and perhaps also could never get enough, and
finally Michael, who NEVER said no when someone passed him a joint or a
pill or whatever...he also shot up smack occasionally, and however many
times Phil would tell Michael if he didn't stop this then he wouldn't be
his friend anymore, Michael didn't care. He ignored Phil's threat and
always came back to be his friend, and Phil could never send him away..
Especially because Michael had very few places he could go to, certainly
not his own home....

Louis then thought of a way to get even more stoned: He started cooking up
an extract of the "o-hash" in a large frying pan. The end result looked
disgusting, but everybody ate some, as much as they could, and after that
there was still half of it left over....

Now they were on their way to that discotheque in Grossem, which was about
25 Kilometres away, and the only good psychedelic disco for miles and
miles...he had been in similar place in Hanover and hadn't liked them, they
were too big, too impersonal..

Grossem was the coolest disco... there were lightshows bubbling over the
walls, there was always some smell of incense in the air, the music was the
latest and best psychedelic and rock (there was no techno yet) and it had a
dance floor with silver walls, a super powerful stereo and the best and
biggest speakers that a disco could have in these days.

Dancing in the dance floor which was really a large cubicle a bit away from
the rest of the disco, was like dancing inside a loudspeaker itself, or
inside a gigantic ear, or inside one's brain...he never made it very long
in there, just too loud....
During the first few years of the disco's existence some very important
alternative bands played there which would later make it big, like for
example Kraftwerk
.... when they played there it was sold out and he couldn't get a ticket,
so he listened outside...jezzuzz mf christ...Kraftwerk live were good in
those days...and loud...even outside you could hear the tiniest tone...

Tangerine Dream played there as well, and Can, and Witthueser & Westrupp
(very good but totally forgotten today) and many other good bands...
You could just about ALWAYS get hash and acid outside in the car
park...smoking inside was not allowed and they would kick you out, so
everybody smoked up in their cars, sometimes people just sat in their cars
with all windows shut tightly and would get more and more stoned...the
smack wave had not yet hit at the time and that was good...

Later, bad things happened there as usual with places like this: Some
raids, temporary closures, other bad things....
One of the worst things:
One night a biker gang came in and started beating up the "hippies" and
wanted to rape their girls and women....

One HERO (yes that's what he was whoever he was) pulled a hand gun and held
it to the biker bosses head and said: "Stop it now, take your boys and piss
off, or I'll shoot" The biker didn't believe him. The hero shot him right
between the eyes, he fell down as struck by lightning.... the other
motherfuckers just left.... it is unknown what happened later...
But let's get back to this particular night.

It was winter and snowing.
Louis lived in the fast lane and was also a irresponsibly fast driver...a
few times the car skidded on the fresh snow and veered over into the
opposite lane, Louis only just avoiding collision, Phil thought his time
had come, Michael sitting next to him only smiled dumbly and Marie had a
few silly laughs.

At the same time that he feared death Phil also marvelled at the snow
covered landscape around them which was giving him this special feeling
of "winter magic"...as if a fairy or several of them had spread their dust
in the air...he also had a feeling of belonging with this landscape, of
being a part of it...
Well perhaps the fairies or elves or whatever saved them and they arrived
at the disco. It was approximately 9 pm and it would be open till around
three...

The four of them lost themselves in the crowd. Outside was the usual line
up of cars with people sitting and smoking in them, inside all hell seemed
to be breaking loose...the music was VERY strange: Pink Floyd had just
released their latest album and it was the most wicked and weirdest yet:
Atom Heart Mother! Walking through the crowd to the inside he had the
feeling that he was entering the bowels of hell...all the lightshows were
going crazy, there was ocean of colours everywhere, and the dance floor was
filled with maniacs. He went to order some banana juice, his favourite, but
it was almost impossible to penetrate to the bar, so he sat down and waited
for better times.

He could now definitely feel the effects of the hash/opium extract, it was
enormous and over powering, but still very enjoyable....
After 15 minutes his chances to order a drink at the bar were no better, so
he decided to go to the toilet and have a drink from the tap...

Strangely enough none of his friends seemed to be around, there were some
people he KNEW but that was all, the rest were strangers. He also could not
see Michael, Marie or Louis anywhere...probably in the car smoking, they
never got enough....
He pushed his way through to the toilet...

The tap water tasted foul, but he was VERY thirsty, so he drank, then he
also washed his face, it felt so good, he just kept washing his face...
A slim longhaired dude came in, he didn't know him.
Or had he seen him sometime in...Hanover?

"Hey man, want to buy trips?" the dude asked.

Trips? He'd been chasing trips for a while, unusually enough, there hadn't
been any for a while...

"What sort are they?"

"The green ones, man, the green ones from Hanover...

Wow! He had heard that they were REAL good....
Yes he wanted one, but damn, he found out all he had left in his pocket was
5 Marks...

"Well they're ten bucks, man," said the dude.

"Maybe I can buy a half? Hey, man, I haven't had one in a while, I'm really
hanging out for one..."

"Grrrrr.......a half......but I need money for a drink...okay, just wait..."

The longhaired dude went into the toilet cubicle and locked it from the
inside.

"Good that I always carry a razor on me...."

After a couple of minutes he came out again and gave him the half trip,
while Phil gave him his 5 bucks.
The tiny pill was only 2 mm in diameter, and would easily be lost on the
floor if he dropped it so it went straight into his mouth....

Upon leaving the "rest rooms" he went back inside the disco, and they were
playing "Atom Heart Mother" yet again, that one long piece with heavy
classical orchestra, electronic noises and the Wagnerian choirs....it was
chaos made audible...

Did that trip begin to kick in already? It had only been ten minutes...plus
that o/hash extract, he had eaten that 2-3 hrs ago, that was still coming
up strongly as well...could it be...was it too much...had he overdosed?

From experience he knew that oral hash took at least 2 hrs to fully
work...well it was definitely doing its job and getting stronger every
minute...
He began to feel hot, very hot...his throat was dry and crying out for a
drink. He looked around him, still no chance to go to the bar, too many
people and what the hell...he had no money left. Everywhere he looked he
saw stoned and out of it people, most of them were probably on those green
pills, if not there was enough other things around...There was no friend
here to help him...he walked up to Fred, who he knew from his home town and
was sort of friendly with. Fred just sat there with his friend Carl and
they were smiling, but panicky rabbit smiles.

He said to Fred, "Hey, man, can you help? I had this green trip and some
other stuff, and I think I'm freaking out...have you got any valium?"

Fred looked at him for one second, then looked away again: "No man, can't
help you; we're tripping as well and trying very hard to keep it together,
so go away with your negative vibrations...piss off!"

Phil tumbled towards the dance floor...maybe he could "dance it off"...but
inside the Dance Floor "Atom Heart Mother" was even twice as loud and
simply started to cause him psychosis. He could hardly make out the other
dancers, everything now dissolved into flowing colours and shapes, the
chaos was perfect...and he could not let go and become part of it...he was
HOT...he felt SICK....

He made his way to the toilet again for a drink of water when he finally
got there after getting by all the other inhabitants of the disco, which
did not look human anymore but had turned into some sort of strange animals
with horns, and hooves, and cockroach-like protuberances coming out of
their heads and bodies...
The toilet looked totally different, this was not the same room he had been
in just 20 minutes ago? Couldn't be, it had to be the "Lady's"
.... he walked out and towards the other facilities.

The door opened and two girls came out and stared at him with wide-open,
large-pupilled eyes

"Hey dude, that's the lady's room, what do you want here?"

"What, why," he stuttered, "how can that be? The other toilet here has to
be the Lady's, it certainly isn't the Gent's...

"Hey dude you're tripping out?" one of the girls said. "We are too...but
this is definitely the rest rooms that you have to go to," and she pointed
at the door he had just come out of.

So he staggered back through that door and leant over the basin and opened
the tap for water. He drank some but it tasted even fouler than before,
plus now it was dirty, yes definitely not clear... he couldn't tell whether
the colour was brown or blue or reddish, or a mixture of them...and then he
looked at his hands...the hands he was drinking the water out of...all the
fine lines in his hands were flowing and moving and he could not stop
staring at them...Finally somebody pushed him away because he needed water
as well... he could not stay in the toilet forever...so he let the flow of
extraterrestrial creatures carry him back inside and there they were
again...those Wagnerian choirs seemed to keep going forever...the orchestra
of chaos trumpeting right through his inner being...the heat... he could
not take it anymore, he felt so hot, he needed to cool down or he would
die...die...die..Die!

Was this what was going to happen to him? Was he going to die? Well,
perhaps too much opium would be like too much heroin, and would kill you.
He stumbled outside of the disco and walked over to the parking lot...
snow...he wanted to lie down in the snow to cool down...regrettably most of
the fresh snow had melted and there was just some snow lying there that
must have fallen off from under car, it was VERY dirty...nevertheless he
started rolling in it...he had to cool down, cool down....

The dirty snow felt disgusting as it wetted his shirt and got through to
the skin, never mind, he had to cool down...
Two dudes came walking towards him and it turned out they were working for
the disco....

"Hey man what are you doing there rolling in the dirt? Have you lost your
mind?"

"I'm dying," he moaned, "I'm dying, I'm so hot, as if I'm burning up on the
inside.
I had an opium/hash tea plus an acid trip, and I can't take it any longer.
I need an ambulance...please help me..."

The two exchanged looks. "We can't have an ambulance here. They call the
cops immediately. That means trouble, trouble for you and us. Do you want
trouble?"
he growled at Phil. "Do you want to go to jail?"

"No," he almost cried.

"Do you have any friends? A car? Somewhere you can crash?"

He gave them the names of his friends and one of them walked away.
Soon he came back with Louis.
Louis looked even more evil on acid.
He was pissed off. "So you had too much hey? Not good at it hey? Shouldn't
touch the stuff, grow up first!'
Then he said: "You can crash in the back of the car...damage anything and
I'll kill you!"

The men guided him to the car and let him lie down on the back seat.
Then he lay there. Around him the car was coldly alive, watching him from
another dimension. He could feel and see smooth ripples going through it's
fabric and metal, it was getting ready to swallow him....

Now he was VERY cold and wet and sat there shaking....
as a LIZARD knocked on the car window. Phil looked again and recognized
Michael with eyes sticking out of his face like the eyes of a lizard. He
had a girl with him...she glittered in all colours.

"Let us in we want to smoke a j," he said and held up a piece of hash.
Shaking, he unlocked the car door and the two got in.
Michael had one look at him and said: "Hell what happened to you?" but
didn't wait for answer. Instead he gave his full attention to the task of
making a "j" and the girl who apparently he entertained with non-sense
talk. The more Phil tried to listen to what Michael said, the stupider it
sounded. If this was how you "chatted up girls" then Phil would never be
any good at it....but it seemed to work.

Michael lit the joint and put his arm around the girl and she didn't seem
to mind...they both had a few tokes and then passed the joint on to him.
Immediately Michael started kissing the girl and his hand went for her
tits....
Phil found that HE WAS SMOKING THE JOINT!
Damn! If he had gotten better a little, this few tokes had made it worse
then ever before.

He swore, threw the joint on the floor of the car and got out.
The whole universe seemed to twist and tumble, and he was very cold and had
to get inside or else he would die...DIE!

Somehow he found his way inside again, staggered past all these beings high
on drugs, passed by the dance floor, the bar, made his way into the back of
the disco hoping to find a seat, but they were all taken...finally he just
collapsed between the seats and tables on the floor.

He felt this was the end, he would die for sure. His life had not been very
long, he had not experienced much, except drugs, but now he was going to
die. He gave himself up into it. Fighting it was pointless. He lay there,
feeling his life force leaving the body, ascending or descending into
nothingness.

His Heart stopped beating.
His lungs stopped breathing.
He died.

He just lay there dead and started decomposing.
He felt how he was already inside the earth; they must have buried him
already.
His flesh decomposed and fell off, leaving just the bones.
He was under the earth, rotting away.
His spirit was...somewhere high above, very high above the earth, beyond
the atmosphere, stratosphere, what have you...

His spirit was hanging on a tiny thread, a string, attached to his body....
The string was vibrating viciously, like a guitar string, but it might
break any second....

Those vibrations were the most fearful experience he ever had,
he knew if that string broke, it would REALLY be the end....
So hang on...? Maybe he wasn't really dead?

Impossible. He had died, his flesh had rotted away, and he was six feet
under....
DIIIIIIII-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-N-N-NG-G-G-G-G-...another
vibration of the string, the most vicious so far...but it held...it didn't
break....

Somehow he sensed that people were stepping over his grave, walking over
it, ignoring it, disrespecting his grave...that upset him very much.
Even in death they would not respect him!

It upset him so much that he felt he had to do something about it.
If he could only arise from the grave he would show them...
Well maybe he could!

He tried to move his fingers, and yes! They would move. And they were his
real fingers, not just bones. He tried to move his feet, and yes, they
moved.
Finally he turned his head upward and opened his eyes.
Yes, he was right, there were people stepping over him.

He was lying on the floor in the back of the discotheque and people were
stepping over him because the disco was closing and they had to go.
He was alive....and all right.

Dirty and wet and stinky but no further harm done. And he wasn't tripping
as hard anymore. The people stepping over him were mumbling abuses at him,
but who cared?
He was alive! And he had experienced death and returned....
Slowly he made his way outside to the car park and soon he found a lift
home.

[ Best Smoke Ever ]



(all persons and places in this story are pure fiction. any resemblence with reality would be sheer coincidence. nothing of this ever happened)



The year was 1975, and Martha, Phil plus their friend Thomas had decided to

travel from Northern Europe to Morocco.

They set off in a ten year old Opel Kadett.



France was good for food and wine.

In one village they just walked into a restaurant because they were hungry.

None of them could speak French, and the waitress didn't understand English

or German.

In the end they just pointed to the next table, where the food looked

interesting.

They were served with an excellent cheese fondue, which with some wine

turned into a culinary feast.



They didn't have a lot of money, wanted to save it for Morocco, which was

supposedly cheap, and they were going to stay for a few weeks.

So they mainly slept in Camping areas and in the car...

They spent a couple of days driving through France and then entered Spain.

Note that they were pretty frightened of borders and didn't have any of "

good smoke" on us.

And certainly, at that time, there was none around in Spain.

Spain was very anti-drugs at the time.

However, the booze was extremely cheap.

In Torremolinos, they ran into a night festival, which was pretty much the

best experience in Spain.

A bit further south, they slept on a beach, and Thomas went swimming in the

ocean with Martha's nightgown on...

When he came out, it was absolutely soiled with tar in it from the ocean...

Martha got extremely upset and made a huge scene...

She even wanted to go home...

However, they continued and soon shipped over from Spain to Ceuta, which

was on the African Continent but belonged politically to Spain.

Here they found endless lines of cars wanting to cross the border to

Morocco. They waited for the most part of that day, and when it was their

turn to cross the border, they were asked for their visas....

Visas? What Visas?

They didn't know they needed visas....

But they did!

And for the visas they needed passport photos, which they didn't have....

They had no choice but to go back to the city of Ceuta and have some

passport photos made.

By then it had become late and they had no chance of crossing the border

that day anymore, since the border was closed at night (!!!)

So they had to stay the night in Ceuta.

Ceuta: A Spanish outpost in Morocco, a pretty ugly looking place, which was

mainly populated by policeman and soldiers.... there were very few

civilians on the street... some sort of Spanish Nazi City...

What to do? Thomas said: "Let's find the beach, so we can at least have a

swim..."

Soon they found an overpopulated beach, and Thomas and Martha ran off

towards it. Phil had to fix a couple of things at the car and stayed

behind.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder:

A dirty little Moroccan boy: "Want hash?"

Jezzuzz Christ, Phil would have killed for a smoke at the time, but there

were cops and soldiers everywhere...

He looked around, things didn't look to bad.... perhaps a little?

The boy directed him behind a shed, and then pulled an object out of his

dirty robes, perhaps twice the size of a chicken egg...

It was YELLOW, almost gold, and didn't smell like any hash he'd ever seen

at all...

The boy wanted 50 bucks for it, but there was no way Phil would buy

anything larger than what he could swallow if the cops came...

Phil said: "I just want a little...'

The boy said: "No little! You buy all!"

Phil showed the boy a 5-dollar note: "A little!"

The boy said: "NO little!' but grabbed one end of the 5-dollar note...

Phil wasn't going to let go and said:

"You can break it but it won;'t be any good to you...."

Phil could see the boy really needed the money, his face got red through

the dirt on it, he thought hard.... then he took a tiny little piece of his

egg, gave it to Phil, (it was less than a gram), took the 5 dollar note,

and evened out the dent he had made into the egg with great care and fear

in his eyes, then pissed off.

When Phil stepped out from behind the shed he saw him making a signal, sort

of no-no, TO A SOLDIER WHO STOOD ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD NEAR PHIL'S

CAR.

Phil's heart jumped, he thought this is it, now they've got you, you're

going to jail, dude..

He had put the little piece into a matchbox, which was almost empty.

He concealed it in the palm of his hand...

To his great enlightenment the soldier walked off... he must have been

waiting for the sign:

The stupid tourist has bought the hash, now get him!

But the boy had signaled that he didn't buy it...

Phil was in great shock, and just dropped the matchbox on the walkway near

the car, didn't want anything to do with it...

He went down to the beach and told the story to Martha and Thomas.

Thomas exploded: "What? You had some hash and threw it away? You idiot!"

He ran up to the car and came back with the matchbox:

"I've got it!"

They all tried to inconspicuously look at the stuff: They had never seen

anything that looked and smelled like it...

Of course they couldn't have a smoke at the beach, there were far too many

people here...

They got back in the car to look for a hotel or some place to stay.

While Phil was driving, Thomas said:"Let's have a smoke!"

Phil said: "Yeah, put it all in the pipe, it looks like shit, probably

doesn't work anyway..."

And Thomas did.

They smoked the pipe while they were driving.

About a minute later all of them started tripping!

Phil had to drive, didn't know where he was going.... there were cop cars

everywhere and the traffic was hilarious... colors were changing

continuously, and shapes were melting... it was just like smoking DMT or

something...

Phil don't know how he did it, but somehow they ended up on a parking lot,

impossible to find a hotel....

soon they fell asleep on their seats...

to awake the next morning with dry mouths but otherwise feeling great.

They crossed the border with no trouble, and spent the next two weeks in a

Camping area with many other travelers and Bedouins with large tents who

played big drums every night.

They had a great time, the hash was good and strong, but they never found

anything that remotely looked, smelled or worked like the stuff the little

boy had sold Phil....

Some travelers told them that is must have been the legendary "zero-zero"





copyright gomaos

[ The Burning House ]

(all persons and places in this story are pure fiction. any resemblence with reality would be sheer coincidence. nothing of this ever happened)

1. The wolf

She had been standing there,
Yes,
In the dark and seemingly spooky forest,
Which,
If one had clear sight,
Would have revealed
Palm trees and pines.
While she was standing there
She tried to remember
Even partially
Why she was here, and how she had come here...
...Here...
to this part of the universe
Which seemed as alien to her
As a foreign planet.
Slowly she had begun to move forward
To seek for a guiding line
A way out of this dark labyrinth
Which would become for her,
Who was a stranger here,
A grave of night....
She had not walked very far
When she turned around
Warned by the rustling of leaves
And canine footsteps
To discover
Not far from her
A pair of glowing eyes
Which were parts of the head
Of a large dog,
No, a wolf's head,
Whose body shape she could now distinguish from its dark surroundings...
Already she could hear a deep growling from the animal's throat, which
became louder while the gap between her and the animal was closing.
She had then, shaken by fear, bent down to lift up a strong looking tree
branch to defend herself against the oncoming wolf which was already
preparing to jump her.
This jump, carried out by the wolf almost immediately, caused her to drop
the tree branch again,
And she went down, pushed over by the great weight of the animal's body.
She grasped the ferocious mouth, which was bearing large fangs to stop the
wolf from killing her.
But while the wolf lay on her, she found out, that he wasn't struggling
very hard to free himself from the grip on his mouth.
Instead his penis was lying swollen up on her tummy, and it was moving
downwards, searching for the opening of her vagina, which it found easily
since she was naked.

She lay very still then
Fearfully grasping the wolf's mouth
With it's sharp teeth and it's repulsive breath
Until she found that the disgusting and terrible penis felt very warm and
comforting inside her...
The wolf had begun pushing into her
And she had loosened her grip around his mouth more and more
And had finally grasped the wolf's shoulders instead
Had answered his pushes with her own rythm
Pulled away from him
Only to unite even harder afterwards.
All nerves feverishly vibrating
She had reached orgasms
With screams re-sounding of highest lust and delight
After he had pumped his sperm into her,
He rolled off her and onto his side.

2. the house

She had walked on then, leaving far behind the satisfied and snoring wolf.
The sounds of the forest seemed to come from far away
And she started running as fast as she could in an imaginary line that led
straight away from the wolf.
She ran for what seemed to be an endless time until the forest began to
clear and change into low underbrush.
The few shrubs that were around seemed to emit a radiating green light.
The green shimmer appeared to come directly from the inside of the earth...
She could see the energy flowing out of the ground, climbing up along the
trees and finally, radiate out into the starry sky.
The further she walked into this territory of beaming trees, the more
everything lit up.
Finally, the green light came directly out of the ground and transcended
everything, even her body.
Looking down, she noticed her body had become transparent like plastic, and
she could make out organs inside it.
She saw her heart, her lungs, and her stomach.
She saw her womb, and for a moment she believed she could see the wolf's
sperm moving inside it.

There was stillness, and while she was moving forward slowly, she realized
that the sounds of the forest were being substituted by a barely audible
high-pitched ringing which appeared to be going on permanently.
The transparency of things became even more staggering.
She could only see her body and the shrubs around her as mere shapes and
blurs.
Even the soil she was walking on had become so transparent that she started
to believe she was walking on a platform of glass.
She had the impression that the further she walked she was becoming,
turning into a blob of green paint.
Now, with every step, the ringing that had been comparable to whisper
before, turned louder, resembling the sound of a noisy doorbell.
Also, apparently she was walking uphill now, or rather; it felt as if the
plain she was walking on was tilting towards her.
And an extraordinary change of colour was happening, the horizon differed
from her surroundings, the all-consuming green.
It was an odd, contrary gleam.
Gradually unrest was beginning to set in, a strange mixture of sounds and
movements around her.
The area in front of her was bathed in red....
As she walked further towards it, she recognized some of the outlines of a
building.
It seemed familiar yet at the same time inexplicable.
Then, suddenly, she could see it sharp and clear in front of her:
It was the house burning down!
Flames sprang from its gables,
The frame was falling apart,
The walls were on fire.
All it's ornaments, its rich decorations, its hand-carved torsos, the
heads, the faces,
They were burning!

3. Fulfilment

Shaken by fear, she stumbled on., with every step gaining distance between
herself and the inferno behind her.
With every stride the horizon regained normality now, and the spectrum of
colours also went back to a more familiar appearance.
Everything was quiet again, and the total stillness worked somehow relaxing
in one way, but was also scaring her stressed mind.
The intensity of light round her was now strongly reduced, when she
realized the next change of circumstances:
The walk, which so far had hurt with every step she took, became real
pleasure, yes, every motion she made was truly enjoyable, she had the
feeling to be carried by the surrounding air, as light as a feather.
As time passed, this state turned into floating, which could be controlled
and manoeuvred with little effort.
Now she was swimming through air and moving far and further away from the
ground.
And so she took off, gliding, ascending from earth and into space,
separating from time, filling space, conquering everything...


copyright gomaos

life is like a bean stalk isn't it?