| like a vore turducken ( @ 2003-05-18 01:21:00 |
| Current mood: | good |
| Current music: | Gay Divorcee |
Too much Fred and Ginger makes Apathy something something.
The apothecary is dank and musty, a wonderland of enticing aromas and revolting stenches. The world seems suspended in time; even the dust hangs lazily in mid-air, waiting for a wake-up clarion that will never come.
She dips a spitty finger into some dirty yellow powder, and touches the concoction to her tongue. The pungent tang is immediately forgotten, replaced by an intoxicating dizziness.
"You've just made cerralg paste. Wonderful for making people talk." A hint of pride escapes in her mother's voice.
She files the information away. A jar glimmers in the wan light. Red, like her mother's eye.
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