Merlin snapped his fingers, wiggled his nose, clicked his heels together and waved a magic wand transporting us to a city ideal in imagination. Invisible inhabitants ~~ Ambassadors to times long past. Interiors frozen in time still waiting for the original owners return. Push aside the cobwebs and dust to find hidden personal and historic treasures. Walking the streets was discovering a series of abandoned unlocked room that had been sealed for 200 years. This small city was like a Grand Bordello in tastes, textures and sounds all reverberating off each other. His blood and entrails mixed in with adobe mortar. The church that sprang up in the very spot where a journalist was blown to bits not many years ago. The inhabitants levitated elevated on unseen puppet strings guided herky jerky marionette Punch & Judy Dance moves. Each individual sense fighting for its turn to experience Village Succulent delights. Attacking all five senses encompassing the wearer in pure pleasure sensory of overload. Despite dusty streets kicking up sand and sawdust, shaky hovels ready to collapse if the occupants sneezed too hard the Town was Vibrant and Overwhelming. Babies manifested like flies on dead bodies. Embryos seemed to sprout from thin spaces of adjoining floor planks. As she snorted, sniffed and shot up another dose.įrozen Dead stare out blankly from the casements as thick fog obscures, increasing the rift between reality and fantasy. Her looked into my questioning eyes spoke forth, “The Krocodyll ate my fingers and cut off me nose.

In the Caves I saw She who was without nose with bubs for fingers shoveling earth with scooped perdition.

Charon docks at daylight