Glitched
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ha Glitched lol we lived on bread and jam. We lived in an ornate, centuries old, former palace which I floated around indianly in
saris, bindis and all sorts of jingly janglees.
Sometimes my friend would drive me up the mountain to see his guru who also looked like he was off his face. We would do a bitof yoga, havea smoke, lay around a bit then the guru would bless us and we'd head off home.
I was always so grateful for the blessing. My chap was really into Ganesh, which meant at every statue of his god by the road, he was obliged to take his hands off the bikes handles, touch his eyes, say a few words, ears say a few words, nose, mouth , heart.. groooovy.. really devout... but the way down had lots of these statues, he was off his nut, and the road curved all around this mountain. Sheer drops and carcasses of dead motorbikes and buses were either side of us.
Even though I was thoroughly opiated and chilled I still managed to puke up my bread and jam when the journey mercifully ended.
That sounds like something I could go away for a week on holiday and do just that, every day!!!!