Mushroom-cloud Monday Morning (escape challenge)

“I can’t frekin find it man. Oh wait here it is.”
That was when the mushroom-cloud blossomed into a butterfly of my own lifeforce. The grass was greener, and the air became carmel covered cotton candy that went down my throat like raw oysters. The vixen/delivery-girl who had lead to me this wonderful place, had only moments before been a disgusting embodiement of excess. Now she was a vexxing venus Demilo whose feet moved like kitten paws without making a whisper or wake as it crossed the sea foam green shag carpet. I remember her rubbing her seductive succubean hands on my pockets, before the underwater world i can only describe as falling in love, having an orgasm and standing up too fast, completely consumed me in it’s warm grandmother arms. Nothing in my life had ever been this aethereal.
“Did you find it doctor?”
“Yes i gave him the narcon shot, He just overdosed on too much dope for us to save him”
“I’ll never figure out why they do that heroin.”
“Call it doc.”
“Eleven o’clock exactly”

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