Okay, so once upon a time, my friends took me to a party in a neighboring city that we never hung out in, and once I was there they gave me free acid. Then once we were properly high, they told me to check out the host of the party. He was conceived in ceremony. He steamed when he was on acid. Turned out I was brought there because they wanted to see what the witch they knew thought of him. His wand vibrated my arm to the shoulder joint. I checked for batteries. Nope.
The steam was his body heat being high enough to make the sweat evaporate quite quickly, because mother fucker was a giant energy bomb. I call him the godling.
Sometimes I talk about him to Joe, I say, "Remember the godling?" and he says, "Yeah", so I say "I hope that mother fucker is kept happy" because I think if someone isn't giving him a constant flow of love, fuck. We all need to hide.
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The steam was his body heat being high enough to make the sweat evaporate quite quickly, because mother fucker was a giant energy bomb. I call him the godling.