Trippy
Liqui
AbsintheAbsintheAbsinthe
"What are you doing?" "Hm?"
A crystal glass falls to the floor. Sweet, gooey green liquid spills out like blood. The odor of alcohol burns from the floor.
"I said, what are you doing?" A sleepy response, "Hm? Oh. Nothing."
The liquid seeps through the cracks in the floor mixing with dust. It becomes darker with the dust and trails across the broken linoleum leaving a sticky coating.
"Oh-! What is that!?" It's reached someone's foot. "That...hm. It must've fell when you asked me what I was doing." "Well whatever it is, clean it up!" "Sure th
mrow?
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...well, that's like a metaphor!
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