The Ghost Plant

I've watched my friends swallow ghosts.

That's right. They are the eaters of the dead. They conjure these lost souls by using the Ghost Plant. They set it on fire, and out comes a spewky ghost, which they inhale through a glass tube.

But they never become ghosts because after a few seconds, they exhale. The ghost is too much for them. It makes them cough. It makes them so spewkd they can't move for hours.

I feel terrible for them. What could drive them to do something so dangerous? Something so... spewky?

I had to find out. I had to try it. Just once. I told my friends that I wanted to join them in their ritual.

"You're finally down? Fuck yeah, man! Let's blaze it!"

He handed me the strange glass tube. The plant was ground up and placed in a small bowl attached to the device. My friend Skeletodd lit it for me.

"Keep inhaling, man! Don't stop!"

Once the chamber was filled with ghost, he pulled the bowl out of the tube.

"CLEAR THE CHAMBER! DO IT, YOU PUSSY!"

With all my might, I sucked out every last bit of ghost.

"DON'T EXHALE! HOLD IT IN! HOLD IT IN!"

I held it in. And then I held it in some more. And some more.

"Okay, that's plenty. Now breathe out."

I exhaled as hard as I could.

But nothing came out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" said Skeletodd.

"What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?"

"No... not at all... I can't believe it... you ghosted your first bong hit. That's insane!"

Ghosted.

I shit you not, that's what he said.

Ghosted.

I am become ghost

BOO!

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Originally uploaded on April 21, 2015

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