Descending to the Muck

[qeox]

Strange goings on. Sometimes one just has to hole up in a dark mineshaft long forgotten by the straight and narrow and imbibe whatever one finds there. It's a form of abusive meditation and many stand by it. Clues you into the weird things scratching at the soft white underbelly (SWUB) of the bedrock reality normally beneath one's boots

Comments

[anonymous]

Didn't work too well for Raskolnikov.