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I’ve forgotten what I wanted to relate, because I’m drunk, or “pissed” as one of the angels, the humans, says. It takes a lot to get a monster as big as a mountain drunk. It takes my rooting filaments tapping into sweet hallucinogenic sap of other plants. It takes my fellow observers pouring pint after pint of rotgut down a throat I created just for the purpose. But it can be done! Gloriously, riotously done!

I’m a happy drunk for the most part. I see sunbeams and novas. I relax and think everything across the universes is wonderful. I contain multitudes, but durnk, I am but one person, no different than my fellow experimenters, no different in my bleary rants and affirmations of solidarity. I’m not a monster at all. I’m your best friend, your confidante.

And yet…part of me is still sealed off from all of that. Part of me is monitoring information lightyears away, brought from luna moths and komodo dragons and from bears that rip open to reveal doors and much more horrific things that don’t need thinking about, and which, luckily, you don’t think about when durnk. No, durnk is a state of bliss when considering things like geo-political social situations across multiple alt-worlds. Or wars between species thought of as angels and demons but all too…human?…humanoid?

But that’s too sad to bear thinking about. Time for another drink poured down the artificial throat. I think this one’s a screwdriver! I think! The screwdriver to beat all screwdrivers!

Yes, I’m one of them. Finally. Forever. or until the morning hangover.

Big as a mountain. Small as mouse. Drunk as a louse.