Bad Trip Diaries

by The Boorywooch

Chapter 10, or Tis Ends Now.

<crossed out thoroughly>

I am back to my reality.

Don't even ask myself how did I manage.

But the impact site on me head still hurts.

It sure is good to be home, but...

Something is missing, and me cannot just put a finger on it right away.

Something feels off.

Aye. The peck on the cheek from the crazy purple horned pony, who lives in a tree trunk-carved library together with a small bipedal sentient reptile, that prefers gemstones to all delicacies and a sarcastic feathermop, in a town of Technicolor sentient micro-equine mutant entities, in a land ruled by theocratic autarchs, sayingly responsible for the change of the night and day...

...gog me noggin hurts.

<negligently crossed out: 'and still me feel like I'll miss the place...'>