
something psychedelic
I went looking for the dark side of the moon ’cause Dino told me it was good. If you can’t think of the name, think Pink Floyd, he said but I didn’t need to do that. I went to all the outlets in my area, but none had it: they thought I was having them on. So I drove to Dan Murphy’s ’cause they have everything. I looked for something psychedelic but there was nothing. Finally an attendant found it. It had some dumb ass, low key label. I took it home. I did not guzzle. I sipped. I savoured. Then something happened ….
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I have become comfortably Rum
… and been Absinthe ever since,
but I’ll have whatever your having,
John, since I know you’re man
of impeccable taste π₯πΎ
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Lol. David; a man of impeccable taste? of questionable taste, some say π
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Well, after seeing your clothesline
I dare say you’re a dapper dresser π
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hahaha; ‘clothes maketh the man’, David π
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That moment before it happens … and with a Pink Floyd soundtrack yet. π
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that’s it: capturing that moment just before it happens π now there’s a wine you might like to try, Eden, a 2018 Shiraz :_)
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Australian? Please do share the name if you can!
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yes, South Australian — and it is called ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ but such a dull, uninspired label π¦
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and did you return from the dark side of the moon?
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yes, but not the same boy I used to be π
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Well something is better than nothing. If you see the dark side let me k own if thereβs property for sale there, please. This outing sounds massively fun.
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thanks K; it’s the first of my ‘fusillades’ to be fired: more on this literary form later π
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Must have been quite exquisite. Enjoy John. A very satisfying piece of writing. π
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thanks Terveen; I took considerable time crafting this ‘fusillade’ π
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The full moment of head-on psychedlia comes at one like a rush, a head rush, a complete copious non-sensory overload with its own payload. And it comes like the truth.
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wow! I don’t know if a glass of the finest red could deliver that —
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