It seemed inocuous enough, this small slither of yellow rubber.. and yet it has the power to unlock the terrors in your mind, to let the dæmons of old roam with gay abandon recklessly shaking and rattling your soul like it were some kind of maracas.
I peered through the window of the innocent looking cheese shop in Liverpool Street we had chanced upon. Cheese - so much cheese I just had to go in and try some. A delicious Comte, fantastic chedder.. and something a bit different.
"Oh a Stinking Bishop? Why no, I never have tried one."
I can imagine the shop keepers face breaking into a wide grin as we leave, quickly cleaving his head in two to reveal the dark entity within before a brimstone laden blast of smoke propels him back to the underworld.
We try it as a group, it's an odd tasting cheese, a bit foul really but in an intersting kind of way. I persevere where the other give in and take the rest home to eat with my dinner. I tried it in an omelette, which frankly didn't work, but I shrugged and continued.. it wasn't too bad either. After a long day I was tired, and resolved to head for an early night.
Swirling blackness soon fell upon me shutting out life's light..
Good for dreams, if you like to have a terrible nightmare experience. Is this part of the vision quest? The dæmons still prowl the passageways of my mind.. mayhaps there is still some extinguishing to be done. Perchance this is part of the journey...
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A post! My head has cleaved itself in two in amazement. I've never tried SB either, but I'll have to give it a go! Except I can't because I'm dead of head cleaving because you finally wrote a blog post after so long. Dammit.
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