11 July 2012
Hey man, watcha doin? My parents are outta town. I'm havin a few friends over. You wanna come around?
Sure that's cool, I got no plans, that sounds like fun to me. So later on, I'm on a couch, and passing 'round the weed.
Wow, that feels different, so much cooler in the lungs. What is this? Oh, that's Thai Stick. Wow, where did this come from?
Soon the ceiling seemed to stretch, but not as far as I. I'm floating up above my shoulders, near a mile high.
Conversations wax and wane, rolling past in waves. That's when I notice glaring eyes protruding from the grave.
I'd seen this poster many times, such kitschy kind of art. This black light Velvet Elvis that we'd mocked right from the start.
But now I focused on that face, felt the accusing stare. Who was I to sneer at this excessive millionaire?
His curling lips made me wonder, had he really died? Had he crawled out of his tomb to wait for me outside?
Hey man, watcha doin? You lookin kinda gray. Huh? I just think I need some water, then I'll be OK.
Demon Elvis • Opuss № I