A business partner once walked in to my office +
workspace + cockpit for the Mindship…and he said
to me: “LOOKS LIKE A MADMAN LIVES HERE!”
Well, I must have hired the same interior decorator
over the weekend. Because this place looks exactly
the same right now. And it’s not even the
It looks like Beirut after a bad weekend
and everybody got bombed!
O.K. That’s a bad joke, but it does look like
an anti-personnel device was pitched through
my window. And I’ve been trying to clean this
place up. Everything I do just makes the rubble
GREAT HANGOVER CURE
Fuck it! I’m going to have a drink – a fine
concoction I devised with cheap fortified wine,
half a litre of ice, one lime, and just four or five
drops of Jamaican red pepper extract.
After a major swig of this plastic bottle,
your vision clears, your ass starts to burn,
your ears start to ring, and you’ll have
to do some fast cross-field running to reach
the bathroom in time.
Bert used to say, “I’ve got a little something
I mixed up. It’ll either cure you or kill you. I usually
give it to animals, but I think you need it.”
Oh yeah, before you drink down the
whole bottle with one swig – it’s best to eat
several cloves of raw garlic.
If this cure doesn’t move you, you’re
dead from the ass both ways.
If this is the case, my advice is to funnel
about 3 ounces of clear full strength white
Wray and Nephew Jamaican rum into the bottle
litre of the concoction with the 190 proof
white rum added… If this doesn’t change
how you feel instantly or in at the most 15 minutes,
well then you don’t live on this plane of
Or you’re dead entirely and you just
don’t know it yet.
I have just had my first half litre of this mix
and my eyes have cleared entirely. I’m sitting
straight up in my chair. My spine is erect.
And I’m starting to receive telepathic messages
from across the ocean.
I’m not saying the cure will do the
same thing for you exactly…
You might implode
and find you have the consciousness of an ant.
But I doubt it.
I’m sitting down in my Captain’s chair.
In the cockpit for the Mindship. I’m surveying
all my instruments. I have almost achieved takeoff
velocity, but I’m just going to sit and relax here.
This place still looks like a bomb went off,
but I don’t give a shit.
The cure, it works!
by Krista Geden
(C)2016 by W.G. Milne