the Refused Offering
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Dec. 9th, 2009 | 09:04 am
I dreamed of being at a gas station, seemingly stranded with no where to go. Much like how I feel in my life right now, I was waiting in limbo. An old friend, Jhezikah, shows up and the dream in now in her apartment. She is overwhelmed with laundry and I offer to do it for her in exchange for some Amanita muscaria. She agrees and gives me some dried and cut pieces, the red still in tact - though not magnificently blaring. I take them to my ex as an offering but he refuses them.