Burton is drunk again and explaining to the barmaid about astral projection. It’s Friday night and the tiny, one-room pub is half empty. Burton is telling the barmaid about the impossibly thin thread that ties her to this mortal realm, and about the wonders we could all experience if we could only shake ourselves loose … Continue reading Green Grow the Rushes
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