 a fairy.

I approached and greeted the stranger with a kind word.

His pinched eyes appraised me from shoe to crown; then a grin ignited his furrowed visage.

' _He-he-he_,' the fellow giggled. _'He-he-he. He-he-he...'_

Wondered I: _What about me instigates humor?_

' _He-he-he,'_ brayed the fool.

Intuition warned he simmered in lunacy, and I almost turned away.

But then it occurred to me...

Several deep breaths later, I discerned poppy sizzled in the Oriental's bole.

I'd heard stories about opium from several colleagues who had the prosperity to feast from this salver. Absolute power raged in the flower; I recalled satisfying anecdotes: bliss, giddiness and relaxation. And the aroma, I was told, invoked a charming, alluring, indelible impression.

As you know, comrade, opium is illegal throughout the Empire. The autocracy has the public convinced opium turns men into monsters. Ha! The poppy user rides a papaverine wave of euphoria. And there's something else: whence addled, the mind discovers unexplored dimensions.

Lo, the handsome flower...

Building kingdoms...

Multiple realities!

The brain's capacity cannot be fathomed!

' _He-he-he,'_ the Oriental tittered.

Tranquil, he be.

Tender and wrinkled.

I ask you: _'Shouldn't the poppy rule the world?'_

# CHAPTER 7a

### Conversely

Granted, opium can summon dependency.

Infrequent use evolves into requisite routine.

Primitive predispositions surface.

Enslaved by inebriation, the addict scrutinizes inanities.

Coherent thoughts disappear.

The jagged frontier of despairing dusk,

Doomed to freeze and challenge us!

With fragmented hallucinations;

Doom and seclusion!

Bruised we go;

Bent;

Awkward!

You can turn the mind to rubble when the poppy blossoms in your temple.

a fairy. 

 I approached and greeted the stranger with a kind word. 

 His hard up eye appraised me from shoe to crown; then a grin erupt his furrowed visage. 

' _ He - he - he _,' the mate giggle. _' He - he - he. He - he - he...' _ 

 Wondered I: _ What about me instigates humor? _ 

' _ He - he - he,' _ brayed the fool. 

 Intuition warn he simmered in lunacy, and I about turned away. 

 But then it occurred to me... 

 Several deep breaths later, I spot poppy sizzled in the Oriental's bole. 

 I'd heard story about opium from several colleagues who hold the prosperity to feed from this salver. Absolute power raged in the flower; I recalled satisfying anecdotes: bliss, giddiness and liberalization. And the aroma, I was told, invoked a charming, alluring, indelible impression. 

 As you know, comrade, opium is illegal throughout the Empire. The autocracy has the public convinced opium turns men into monsters. Ha! The poppy user rides a papaverine wave of euphoria. And there's something else: whence addled, the mind discovers unexplored dimension. 

 Lo, the handsome flower... 

 Building kingdom... 

 Multiple reality! 

 The brain's capacity cannot be penetrate! 

' _ He - he - he,' _ the Oriental tittered. 

 Tranquil, he be. 

 Tender and wrinkled. 

 I ask you: _' Shouldn't the poppy rule the populace?' _ 

 # CHAPTER 7a 

 # # # Conversely 

 Granted, opium can summon dependency. 

 Infrequent use evolves into requisite routine. 

 archaic predispositions surface. 

 Enslaved by inebriation, the addict size up inanities. 

 Coherent idea disappear. 

 The jagged frontier of despairing dusk, 

 Doomed to freeze and challenge us! 

 With fragmented hallucination; 

 Doom and seclusion! 

 Bruised we go; 

 Bent; 

 Awkward! 

 You can change by reversal the mind to rubble when the poppy blossoms in your temple.
 a vairy.

I approached and grteted the stranget qith a kind sord.

His oinched eyes appraised me frlm shoe to crown; then a grin kgnited hps furrowwd vmsage.

' _He-he-he_,' the fellow nnggles. _'He-hz-hx. He-he-he...'_

Wonderec I: _What atout me instigdtds humor?_

' _He-he-he,'_ brayed the fool.

Intuityon warmef he simmered yn llnwcy, znd I almost turned away.

But then if occurged to me...

Several ceep breaths later, I discegned poppy sizzled in hhe Orientao's bjoe.

I'd heard sgories abolc opium froj several colleagues who had thd proxperity to fwash from this walveg. Absolute power rageg in thr flower; I recsllxd sqtisfying anecdotes: bniss, giddiness and relaxatimn. And the aroma, I qaw tolg, ineokea a zhadmmng, allurlng, indelible impression.

Qs you know, comrade, o[pim is illegam throtgrout the Empire. The autocracy has the plblid convinced opium turns men into monsters. Ha! The poppr user rides a papaverine wave of euphoria. And thare's aumeuhlkg euwe: whence addled, the mind discovers unexplored qjmtnspons.

Lo, the handsoie flower...

Buolfimd kingdoms...

Muljiple rzzljties!

The brain's caoacity sannor be fathjmed!

' _He-he-he,'_ the Oriental titterwd.

Tranquil, hv be.

Render and wrinkleb.

I ask you: _'Skouldn'j the loppy rule the world?'_

# CHCPTER 7z

### Converselj

Granted, koium can summon aepvndetcy.

Infrequent use evolves ynto requmsite routind.

Prikitive predisposltions surface.

Enslaved bj ineyriathon, the adfict scrutinizes inanities.

Coherxit thoughts dosdppvar.

The jayged fvontier of despwiring dusk,

Dooked to yreeze and challvnge us!

Wivh fragmenteq hallucinatimjs;

Doom and sxclusion!

Bwuiswd ww go;

Beng;

Xwkward!

You can turn the mind to rybble when the popiy bluasoms in your tzoklw.

a fairy. I approached and greeted the a word. His eyes appraised me a ignited his furrowed ' _He-he-he_,' the giggled. _'He-he-he. He-he-he...'_ Wondered I: _What me instigates humor?_ ' _He-he-he,'_ brayed the fool. Intuition warned he simmered in and I almost turned away. But then it occurred to me... Several deep later, discerned sizzled the Oriental's bole. I'd heard stories about opium from several colleagues who had the prosperity to from this salver. Absolute power raged in the I recalled satisfying anecdotes: giddiness and relaxation. And the I told, invoked charming, indelible As you know, opium is illegal throughout the Empire. The autocracy has the public convinced opium turns men into monsters. The poppy a papaverine of And something else: whence mind discovers unexplored dimensions. Lo, the kingdoms... Multiple realities! The brain's capacity cannot be ' _He-he-he,'_ Oriental tittered. Tranquil, he be. Tender wrinkled. I ask you: _'Shouldn't the poppy rule world?'_ # CHAPTER 7a ### Conversely Granted, opium can summon dependency. Infrequent use evolves into Primitive predispositions surface. Enslaved inebriation, the addict inanities. thoughts The frontier of dusk, Doomed to freeze and challenge us! With fragmented hallucinations; Doom seclusion! Bruised we go; Bent; Awkward! You can turn the rubble the poppy blossoms your temple.
 a fairy.

I approached and greetEd the stranGer wiTh a KinD wOrd.

HIs piNched eyes appraISed mE from shoe to crown; then a gRin igNiTEd hiS FuRroweD visage.

' _hE-hE-HE_,' thE fElLow GiGGlEd. _'He-hE-he. he-he-he...'_

WOndered I: _WhAt aBoUt me instigatES hUmor?_

' _He-he-he,'_ BraYed the fool.

InTuiTion waRnEd hE SimmeRed In lunAcy, and i Almost Turned awaY.

BUT then iT OccurreD TO mE...

SevEral deep breaths laTEr, i Discerned poppy SizzleD iN ThE oRieNtaL's bole.

I'd heArD storIEs about OPiUM FRom SEveral colleagUes who had thE ProSperitY tO feASt from This sAlVEr. ABsolute poweR ragEd in the flOwer; I rECalled sATisfyinG anecdOteS: blIss, gIDdInEss AnD RelAXaTioN. and The aroma, i wAs Told, iNvokED A CHarmIng, AlluRing, iNdelible impreSsiOn.

As YOu kNow, coMrade, OpiuM iS illeGal thrOughoUt The Empire. The autOcraCy has the pUblIc ConViNced oPIum turNs mEn iNto monsTers. Ha! THE poPpY USEr Rides a papaverine waVe OF EuPhoria. AnD there'S SoMeTHing else: WhEncE addLED, the mInd dIScOvers uneXploreD DiMeNsions.

LO, tHe handSoMe fLowEr...

BuiLDing KingdoMs...

MultipLe reaLIties!

The brain's CApacity cannot BE fATHoMEd!

' _He-He-hE,'_ the OrientaL titTEred.

tranQUiL, he BE.

TendEr and WrINkLEd.

I ask you: _'Shouldn't thE pOppy ruLe the World?'_

# CHAPTER 7a

### conversely

gRANted, opiuM can SUmMOn dependency.

InFrequEnt use evolVEs into reQuisiTe routinE.

PrimitivE PRedisposItiOns SurFacE.

eNsLaved by inebriATIon, tHe Addict sCruTinizes InaNitIes.

cohErEnt thoughTs disappEaR.

THe JaGgeD fronTIer of desPaIriNg DusK,

DoomED to freEze anD chaLlEnGE us!

with fraGMeNTEd haLlUcInatIonS;

DOom anD secLUsiOn!

BruisEd we go;

BenT;

AwKWard!

yoU cAn turn tHe mind to rubblE wHen the poppY bLosSoms in YOUr temple.

 a fairy.

I approached an d greetedthe s tra nge rwith  a k ind word.

His pinc hed eyes appraised mefromsh o e to cr own;then ag ri n ign it ed  hi sf ur rowed  vi sage.
' _He-he-h e_, 'the fellow g i gg led. _'He- he- he. He-he-he ... '_

Wo nd ere d  I: _ Wha t abo ut mei nstiga tes humor ?_ 
' _He - he-he,' _ br ayed  the fool.

Intui t io n  warned he sim meredin lu n a cy,  an d I almost  t urned away.
B ut t h eni t occurred to  me...

Sev e ral  deepbr eat h s late r, Idi s cer ned poppy s izzl ed in the  Orien t al's bo l e.

I'd  heard  st ori es a b ou topi um fro m  s eve r alcolleagu es  w ho ha d th e p r ospe rit y to  feas t from this s alv er.A bso lutepower  rag ed  in t he flo wer;Irecalled satisf ying  anecdote s:bl iss ,giddi n ess an d r ela xation.  And th e  ar om a , Iwas told, invokedac h ar ming, al luring ,  i nd e lible im pr ess ion. As yo u kn o w,  comrade , opiu m  i sillegal  t hrough ou t t heEmpir e . Th e auto cracy ha s the public convinc e d opium turns me n in t o mo nst ers. Ha! Th e po p py u serr id esa  papa verin ew av e  of euphoria. And t he re's s ometh ing else: whe nce addled , t he minddisc o ve r s unexplored d imens ions.

Lo, the hand someflower.. .

Buildi n g  kingdom s.. .
Mul tip l e  r ealities!

Th e brai n' s capac ity  cannot  be  fa tho med !
' _He-he -he,'_ t he  O ri en tal  titt e red.

Tr an qui l,  he  be.Tender  andwrin kl ed . 

I  ask yo u :_ ' Shou ld n' t th e p op py ru le t h e w orld?'_ 

# CHAPT ER7 a

# ##  C onverse ly

Granted,op ium can su mm ondepend e n cy.

Inf requent use evolves int o  requis ite  rout ine. 

Primiti vepredis pos i tionssurfac e.

E ns lav e d  by i n e br iat io n, the add i c t s cruti ni zesinaniti es.

Coherent thou g hts  disappear.
The  jag g e dfro n ti e r o fd esp a i ring dusk,

Doo med to fre ez e  a nd challen g e u s! 

Withfragmen ted h a llucina tions;

D oom and s ec lusi o n !
Bruised we  go;

Be nt;

Awkw a rd!
Y ou  cantur n themi ndto ru bble w h enthe p oppy b lo ssomsin yo ur  temple. 

 a_fairy.

I approached_and greeted the stranger_with a_kind_word.

His pinched_eyes_appraised me from_shoe to crown;_then a grin ignited_his furrowed visage.

'__He-he-he_,'_the fellow giggled. _'He-he-he. He-he-he...'_

Wondered I: _What about me instigates humor?_

' _He-he-he,'_ brayed the_fool.

Intuition_warned he_simmered_in_lunacy, and I almost turned_away.

But then it occurred to_me...

Several deep_breaths later, I discerned poppy sizzled in the_Oriental's_bole.

I'd heard stories_about opium from several colleagues who had the prosperity_to feast from this salver. Absolute_power raged in_the_flower;_I recalled satisfying anecdotes:_bliss, giddiness and relaxation. And the_aroma, I was told, invoked a_charming, alluring, indelible impression.

As you know, comrade,_opium is illegal throughout the Empire._The autocracy has the public_convinced opium_turns men into monsters. Ha!_The poppy user_rides a_papaverine wave of_euphoria. And there's something else: whence_addled, the mind_discovers unexplored dimensions.

Lo, the handsome flower...

Building_kingdoms...

Multiple_realities!

The brain's capacity_cannot_be_fathomed!

' _He-he-he,'__the Oriental tittered.

Tranquil,_he_be.

Tender and_wrinkled.

I_ask you: _'Shouldn't the poppy rule_the_world?'_

# CHAPTER 7a

### Conversely

Granted, opium can summon_dependency.

Infrequent use evolves into_requisite_routine.

Primitive predispositions surface.

Enslaved by_inebriation, the addict scrutinizes inanities.

Coherent_thoughts disappear.

The jagged frontier of despairing_dusk,

Doomed to_freeze and_challenge us!

With fragmented hallucinations;

Doom and seclusion!

Bruised we go;

Bent;

Awkward!

You can turn the_mind to rubble when the poppy_blossoms in your temple.
