Inside The Mind Of The Smoking Caterpillar
Inside The Mind Of The Smoking Caterpillar 

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missrebeccaann I earned a Ph.D. in misplacing car keys
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"Who are you?" - Smoking Caterpillar

“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” - Alice

Image Credit: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Inside The Mind Of The Smoking Caterpillar

I felt an anxiety attack approach, as I was perched on my mushroom. So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope, with my hookah ready to consume.

As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair, I felt the unease dissipate. As a large smoke ring went into the air, all stress seemed to disintegrate.

Lo and behold to my surprise, I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic. What followed him I could not believe my eyes, a girl chasing him, crazed and frantic.

I caught her attention, as the rabbit made a liberating flee. She stopped at the foot of my mushroom, clueless and carefree.

The absolute nerve of this child! I was in a self-medicating fog! She would not be ignored. So I asked her who she was.

She told me she had forgotten, had no notion, but knew who she was prior. It's because her height changed after sipping a potion, causing her shape to expire.

She said I would feel the same, once I escaped my chrysalis. When I get my wings, my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice.

I told her not at all, I knew this for a fact My form will not change my conscience, it will stay intact.

She got boiling mad at my response, I expressed her temper was unnecessary. I went back to smoking with an air of nonchalance, Keeping my demeanor arbitrary.

I used her for my amusement; she recited a poem and butchered it in half. I tried to smoke out her nuisance. blowing passive aggressive rings, with each paragraph.

The visit was cut short when she insulted my size. As I walked away I left her some good advice.

I told her to eat a mushroom to get back to her height. Then I left with a bruised ego, clutching my hookah pipe

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