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Fungus heads will psychonaut the world over

  • Fungus heads will psychonaut the world over on shroom steeds.
  • "Mush!" commanded Fred Fungushead to Toast, his trusty shroom steed. "We must fly high to Psilocybin and rally the psychonauts before Maria Sabina falters."
  • The psychedelic furs on Fungushead's shroom steed shimmered like supernovas. He suddenly had an insatiable craving for Moons Over My Hammy. His shroom steed morphed into a Denny's
  • In Denny's Fungushead started to wail: "Indiauuhh, you're my love song... I'm an American ha ha ha ... Pleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleasemepleas
  • etouchmyshrooms," Fungushead concluded after the long series of "please-me"s, tilting his head down to display the many shrooms- his namesake- sprouting from his skull. The patrons
  • oohed and aahed at Fungushead's brightly colored scalp. Each mushroom contained a thought. The patrons gingerly picked a dozen and began to dine.
  • Mushroom #4 was about human induced madness and its discontents. Mushroom #9 was about cows and why they are still sacred. Mushroom #1 was about the futility of war. And so forth.
  • but now he was here to eat Mushroom #41. It was about answers to the questions you were afraid to ask because you already knew the answer & you didn't want to hear it but just in
  • case let us burn these unbelievers to put sweet smelling stenches in our god's noses. So they lit up the witches and a stray druid or two and called it just and holy. They all went
  • to Heaven of course, the Pagans, where they had a jolly good time dancing naked and getting drunk with the Great Whatever and slapping It on the back. It was a far better place.

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