6 May 2012
The hut was filled with smoke, the fire was burning blue, the incense was mind-altering, and so where the mushrooms he chewed.
He was going on a journey, for a villager in need, they called him "Papa Smellyfingers", their shamanic, tribal chief.
Around the hut, the drums where played, inside the hut he danced, until his mind leapt into the warp, Papa Smellyfingers entered trance.
His soul flew through the jungle, and ran in a jaguars paws, flew like an arrow on the wings of an eagle, clutching the child in it's claws.
His eyes where like obsidian, the windows of his soul wide. He brought the child back to safety, back to it's mothers side.
They danced into the evening, around a fire, bright blue. The child returned, Papa Smellyfingers, in turn, to his hut, for mushrooms to chew.
:)
Papa Smellyfingers • Opuss № I