Objects in mirror may be less trippy than you remember once you're sober.
Because lamps aren't dangerous enough.
Portland was relatively green this summer. Much more so than the previous summer, when it was red with the blood of my enemies.
"I'm.....I'm not your enemy, right?"
Madeline and Eva were amused as I prepared to test my theory that the rocks below were made of styrofoam.
Bridge ponderings.
Meanwhile, Ryan was biking thru caves or space or something.
Moss water was better than no water.
Eva had convinced Madeline that if she waited long enough, green lime kool-aid would flow down the hill.
Ryan discovers a statue of an angel petting a velociraptor (not shown).
This was the 2nd worst play that Ryan had ever seen.
None of us could remember if this waterfall was named after a horse's tail or a unicorn's penis.
H Y P N O T I C
Madeline swore she could see a mermaid swim from the pool UP the waterfall. But she had just eaten a handful of wild mushrooms. So that had to be factored in.
