Alice & OZ
this is the reflection between two characters about the blurry fantasy we paint with alcohol and other mind altering substances around our world – around us.
Waking up after three days on snow mountain. My sanity is dripping down my throat bittersweet. I can feel my heartbeat. My blanket is so thick it feels like a mattress. I relate to the poor legume in the story the princess and the pea. I’m sweating, detoxing this acidic chemical. if you lick my skin you might get a buzz, I’m like a psychedelic toad. Air whistles threw my dry nose like a kazoo. I can’t smell anything. I can’t smell my soaking sour body, I can’t smell my piss that smells like a triple espresso, I can’t smell my fuzzy teeth. But who wants to smell that anyways? maybe it’s a good thing I’ve wrecked my nasal cavity and fried my brain like an egg over easy.
have you ever licked or even kissed somebody’s armpits? a wonderful smell can be found there, all over the skin, down to the genitals. pheremones guarding territories of pleasure and passion, to often harmed by perfumes, Eau de Colognes and deodorants. don’t put a lid on top of a natural source of lust. I’m wild, desperate, a savage, out in the dark – her bed is a desert, wide and dry. I wake up and wander to discover a beautiful landscape of body and form. her scent feels like a warm summer rain my skin absorbs and the taste buds of my tongue try to conserve – forever!View other posts by AliceAndOz