TOMORROW IT WILL BE ALISHA

TOMORROW IT WILL BE ALISHA

I was smoking the peace pipe some days ago, when things began to happen on my writing table… a cockroach began to speak…

Psssssst! I have superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls on sale, in that little dark corner, in my stall, in the premonitions mall. I have drugs and more that can blow your mind, walking or should I put a gun to your head?

I have a babe who can make you strip- if you like dancing in the rain, and she'll make scream- she is touched in her head, and quite a lot insane. Come On!

Man, you want a lesson in psychology- I can see I drive you crazy!

And the cockroach began laughing and waved its antennas at me- and said hey, I am a female- I can change into everything with six legs, but not less!

She then changed, into a female flea, the size of a cockroach, and jumped/flew into my nose… it tickled, and then she punched me hard!

And popped out… ahem! She said it is a warm place to be, rather hairy, and cozy with watery mucosa but I would starve, there is hardly any bacteria in there…

And she began a dance!

I felt that the cockroach flea was making a fool of me, she was just giving a run for my money- I thought of an anti-cockroach spray…

And the female squirmed- Oooooh! She said, and flipped, into a spider, and I wondered- she lost count of her legs, a spider has eight of those… leg, leg, leg, leg, leg, leg, leg, leg, she had eight! Whee!

Interesting she changed again into a sexy tarantula, with lipstick and eight legged lingerie!

And she said- I spy! With her four eyes I bet! I looked into her eyes, all four of those, and she waved her left foreleg, walking with me- and I crawled the table top- and the mirror showed a pair of tarantulas, I lifted my left foreleg and touched my face- I felt alive!

Ah, I was upside down, living dangerously and inside out with a Tarantula bride, and we began a tug of war, in the light of the night the table lamp glow, we were war dancing to a twisty beat. I now began admiring the Lady’s torso, eight legs, devil red lips and coca cola skin and boy she was screaming a song and dancing! I wonder what next… and the tarantula grinned- I mean both of us, it was in our mind, love and lust, and we broke into a jive…

And the Tarantula dame said hell, let me teach you some psychology- Lesson One, Psyche, Id and Ego…

I was really enjoying the dance, I said no, but she did not hear me, Tarantulas are deaf, except me, and they talk to the mind directly, she said Psyche! She spoke to my Conscious, let us go!

And she entered my mind, it was dark, somewhere there was a voice singing eh, get her out, and the scream echoed- out, out, out! The Lessons began, she wrote on the wall with her web spit-

Psyche: The mind or self as a functional entity

Id: primitive instincts and energies underlying all psychic activity

I turned away, I looked sideways and still the Tarantula attack was on…

Ego: The self, especially as distinct from the world and other selves. In psychoanalysis, the division of the psyche that is conscious, most immediately controls thought and behavior, and is most in touch with external reality.

The lesson continued, I yawned and slept off. Alicia smelt nice!

And woke up, the Tarantula was gone. The stark light in the ceiling said my mind was gone too- I had been psyched out- and found myself in a cheap funky hotel I fancied down town- she had taken my heart and she took my money. The Tarantula spoke in my mind- she was eating my heart with bread and honey- and that when the drug wears out, I would die, and in the meanwhile- there was scotch spilling out of a small rock, and a sleeping pill- she yelled, never drinks water and made me ring up, bring French Champagne. I was going insane!

Life would not be sane, I felt cold, I looked at myself- I was wow- human again!

I picked up the phone, and dialed 100, and said Hi Tarantula Woman, come in! And she had a skirt and top on, the red lipstick and coca cola hair in braid, red lipsticks and wow, spidery hips, and a grin, we can begin, let the waiter come it with champagne, and dance in the rain!

As we smoked the peace pipe again- she changed into an Amazonian Anaconda now, and she looked into my eyes… I got it! She was Mad Alicia the Temptress- python with a flicking, lip-smacking forked tongue and a scaled polka dot tiger-all-over-skin-wear, and she let go a split tongued whistle that sounded like a hiss!

I was mesmerized! It felt nice! Peace!

Two puffs later there was a knock- a poisoned soul slithered in. And he or she settled himself or herself, whatever, on a stool that appeared suddenly whatever, and grinned. It was time for the pipe again.

I came to a little or ages later again.

Alicia was screaming! She had freaked out again. And I was walking the roof lizard like, or whichever place was made of antigravity waves! Alicia continued screaming as I began the walk. A kaleidoscope of colors light sprayed the room…

The roof was rough. The floor was sandy, and the flowers were red- poppy like. The room had given way to a vast field, and Alicia was walking towards me, her hip swiveling walk, and the sun glaring at me with a white fiery face…

Alicia talked to my mind again- she loved open spaces and always grew chatty in the sun! I picked the giant lotus from the pond, where I was standing! Alicia popped out of the water, a mermaid now! I held out the flower that had changed into a bluebell, and Alicia was a gargoyle ogress grinning at the edge of nowhere! And she had wine flowing out her mouth, and she thought into my mind, sip this for an ever after!

I took a sip, rather a puff of the hookah! Peace, and there was Alicia, with gossamer wings- a Bird of Paradise, with a small spider in her beak… she dropped it in my hand, and the spider changed into my black dream, a dream where I see nothing…

The ground shook- the Hell Bound Express was coming into the Eternity Railway Depot- and it slowed down and came to a stop! Alicia peeped out from the third door and yelled all aboard! I hopped in!

I took the seat next to her, and she spoke into my mind, I wondered if her voice was velvet or satin but it had waves, not words, folded, wrapped, wrinkled, inviting like a stream of piano notes plucked slowly- the notes, and the words running in or out, a standstill tableau, in gypsy style and put my head on her lap! She crooned a song silently!

We peeped at each other- from two holes, we were worms in love in a tunnel in an apple and our apple was shriveling, the world shaking, and there was the smoke, peace again! Peace to our souls! Alicia grinned…

The lamp on the table was raining dust light, monsoon insects were dancing in the rain and the hazy smoke appeared Alicia. She was the seeping image of salt on the wall, a cloud and a face and a tarantula walking back home, and a child by her side holding her hands, and she waved at me!

Peace, my love! She often comes to me in my dreams, with my peace smoke- tomorrow perhaps she would hide!

I had smoked Alicia- Alicia the hashish is good! The best indeed! Alisha, in the brave new world of tomorrow! Smoking hot Alisha with the blazing blue eyes...

Peace!