drop into my high priestess, sip on some amazonian brew she has cooked up, it's really quite yummy, we knock ours back and within moments that familiar guest enters our bodies, hello old friend, it's good to see you once again. high priestess is off to host in melbourne but she is somewhat nervous, and quite rightly, she will be guiding 30 peoples to death, anyone would find that nerve inducing, she can do it, i remind her who she is, she's the high priestess and the spirit of the vine.
i play her two tunes from snuff, she likes them which i am happy about.
i drive away heading home into a cloud of grey haze and watery fog, the amazon tingles inside me, i feel like jaguar god. home before the storm, i batten down the hatches, i have a few offers tonight, conflicted i may just stay in, but then again i'm a jaguar god tonight, anything could happen, anything.