Let's turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. Take a spoon and add the surface of the sun. Brandish it with comets and a pinch of star dust. Now snort it up your nose. Feel the cosmic rays rush into your brain - the world spins away from you as you fly into the heavens. The solar beams flush out your sins as you spiral into the clouds, floating on spindles of foam as you rush towards the black abyss. Come back down to Earth. Your best friend is on the floor bleeding. Shroom tips are sprawled next to him. His eyes are closed. His pulse is not the norm. But, he's smiling. A soft, extraordinary smile. You open his eyelids and see white. Shocked, you stumble back, knocking a plate covered in coke lines off the table. The knife clatters to the floor, the reverb of the *****ing metal screeching through your pounding membrane. Your ears recoil in horror as the blade slams onto the tile floor. The desperation of the moment tears your lips apart and you throw up your head, screaming with madness. Take me to the heavens! Take me back to the sky! You raise your hands up before collapsing backwards in a fit of coughs. Tired, exhausted, and torn, tears dribble from your dazed and blurred eyes. The radio spits out weather reports. It's stormy, tonight. A small thud, and you're on the ground. Your friend is still smiling at you, his white eyes piercing the static space between you. A trail of blood runs across the floor. It begins somewhere underneath his head. The cosmic rays dissipate into brandishing irons, tickling your skin before moving in and staining your body with scars. We'll never recover from this. You manage to get in some Vicodin before the sunlight seeps away. It's a fickle treat, to test the waters of the extraordinary. Your night ends with the soft snap of your eyelids. A fitting end for the ordinary.
