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Haiku-like verse & story fragments based on random word combinations found in Spam email. |
| The shaman-Yoda placed the stone pipe in my hands. "The turnon do," he said. "But what is it?" I asked. "Cahoba, it is called. From the forests of Brazil it is. Enlightenment, it will bring." "I don't know, man. I've heard this is pretty scary stuff... The river guide told me the Indians use it to turn men into zombies..." "Critical is the dose. Not enough, one puff. Three, too blind to see. Two, the turnon do." "Well, I guess I'll try it..." "The turnon do or do not, there is no guess." "OK, I'll do it," I said, as I picked up the stone pipe. He struck the sulphur tipped wooden match on his right front tooth and placed it over the pipe. I breathed in deeply... |