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2005-10-30 || 1:16 p.m. || vision quest 2K5 || dear diary, late last night we tried to embark on vision quests by way of magical burning salvia sage and a leaking water jug held precariously over the kitchen sink. everyone kept barking orders and leaning far over the counter for optimum rippage, and i quietly moved all sharp objects away from sight (as suggested on mysticalsage.org or some such) while anthony put on the simon and garfunkel (which michael promptly yelled to turn off). we all sat in the living room waiting for the magic, for cass had promised fantastic visions of men on fire with chickens' heads and maybe unicorns and most hopefully dearly departed animals (of the un-zombie variety), and then everyone felt crabby and jipped. it was a scene no shaman had in mind, and none of us had any mystical revelations, although i kept thinking i was seeing cats slinking around just out of the corner of my eye. but that was most definitely just wishful thinking. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |