Top Hats, Top Shrooms

"It's ALWAYS six o'clock!"

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Well... I suppose this is a way of spending a Sunday night for some. I just seem to have a problem with adjusting to it myself, let alone enjoy it to its potential.

The bed is comfortable, though.

"So how did you end up there, Hatter?"

Why, I'm glad you asked, Random Letters That Appeared on the Wrong Side of the Post!

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“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.”

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So as you may (Or may not, for that matter) be familiar with:
You have to be careful with what you eat and drink in Euphoria. 

For as much as we would all care to be certain heights, there are different rules about physics that do not apply anywhere else than here, and two of them are highly warned of and repeated heavily:

"One side makes you taller, another makes you shorter."

And these words should be VERY MUCH imprinted into your mind, said over and over about a hundred times, maybe less if you are being chased by men in white suits because your sanity seems questionable when you repeat things over and over to yourself...

Point being, you have to remember these things.
because sooner or later, during a leisurely stroll through Euphoria, where you feel at ease and seemingly no harm can come to you...
You trip over THIS:

And if you're not careful... You'll be trippin' HARD.

And at a first glance: I get it.

The colours are magnificent.

The magnitude of the mushrooms and the path in between them all seems very alluring and inviting.

The patch in the middle seems to be holding something that keeps spewing off random vowels everywhere, and I would not blame you if you did take a long walk into it and got lost.

But please do heed my words.

Whatever you do,

Do not drink the soda.

Too airy for comfort.

Yes, you read it right. Soda.
The wildly refreshing beverage that you are so used to in your everyday life, the one you indulge yourself in without thinking of the consequences in the long run.

Neither do you care, for this beverage is the single most obvious statement of "I drink and eat what I wish, even if it potentially rot my teeth if I do not brush them like the dentist so eagerly tells me to do."

But we want our dentists to keep their jobs, don't we? 

Shouldn't we at least give them the satisfaction of knowing that as long as they are around, they are needed? 

But I promise you: There is no dentist in the world that can cure what this will do to you.

If you would like the long story, I will write a blog entry dedicated entirely to the usage of this evil concoction.

But for now, I'll give you the shortest of stories about the consumption of this colourful temptation:

Don't.

So on a lot of these fungatious mushies that inhabit this patch of land, you may have yourself a seat.
Enjoy the sights, breathe that fresh, spore-y and exquisite Euphorian air and surprise any oncoming lost souls that feel they may just give up and live here. 

(I have to wonder if I could cut out a decent home for someone in one of these mushrooms... Hmmm... Not exactly a hatting job, but... I may know a carpenter...)

And if you find your cheeks getting numb (Top or bottom ones? Assuming you haven't taken a bite out of the big red fungi, you may assume your bottom.), you may take a little bit of a smaller stroll down the trail, where Absolem himself will be awaiting you.

The last picture I can remember.. Damn caterpillar.

So as we all have figured out, Absolem is the all-knowing, wise, snatty and, most of all, annoyingly temperamental caterpillar that asks you to either recite pointless poems that he is going to correct anyway, or that he takes time to indulge in his rather disturbing habit (Disturbing as in "Not material for a kids film") 

of smoking SOMETHING OR OTHER from his hookah pipe and exhaling smoke in the form of the vowels that we all need to function.

I mean, just imagine going a day without using them. 

Tht wld b vr dffclt.

So here is where everything got fuzzy, and I am certain that I cannot have what he has, or I would not be in the sticky situation I am in right now.

Oh well, should I lose my head again, I shall have to ask you all very kindly to find it and sew it back onto my shoulders.

There'd be a reward. (Hint: It's got T in it.)

TattyBye for now!