potions raze we didn't discriminate. we threw everything in the pot. whatever was at hand. chocolate and strawberry syrup. eggs. milk. orange slices. dish soap. ​ banana peels. ginger ale. mustard. lemon juice. chocolate chips. mayonnaise. one potion started bubbling. a perfect storm of random repugnance. now i wonder what chain of events might have been set in motion if the right or wrong intentions grabbed hold of that angry culinary reaction. i didn't think about things like that back then, though. all i wanted to do was mix everything together and watch strange new colours build themselves out of bafflement or indifference. it's taken me this long to understand that the real alchemy was happening where i couldn't see it, churning beneath the skin that separates neck from abdomen, and what i thought was carbonation was something more like growth. 220202 what's it to you? who go blather from