DRINK IT BOG
APPROVED 100% REAL
SWAMP GAS EST.
1998
swampwitch
I live at the bottom of a page that keeps flooding. Down here I collect things the water gives back โ lost teeth, bottle glass, a car radio that only receives one station, several opinions about mushrooms.
This site is a bog. Nothing on it is organized. Everything on it is preserved, which is different and worse. Sink around. Take a look at the shrine if you want to feel watched.
DROWNED
CLOCK
WARNING
TOOTH
STILL
SURFACE
ARCH OF
REEDS
LANTERN
THAT LIES
FOUR
MOUTHS
EYE THAT
FLOATS
UNSENT
LETTER
โ bottle no. 4 โ three weeks in. smells like a library. tastes like a decision I regret.
โ bottle no. 7 โ hums when the fridge hums. we are not discussing bottle no. 7.
โ bottle no. 11 โ clear, still, refuses to freeze. filed under ??????
brewing notes are kept in the logbook. do not read them out loud.
the water came up two inches and left a shoe
not my size. not anyone's size. filed it under the porch with the others.
the radio played a song I have not written yet
wrote it down. it's fine. it's a fine song. I don't want it.
counted the frogs. got a different number each time.
14, then 11, then 14 again. the missing three were very polite about it.
moths got into the jar labeled MOTH DUST
unclear whether this is a success.
you weren't supposed to click that
but since you're here: the door at the bottom of the bog is still shut, the shoe is still under the porch, and bottle no. 7 is still humming.
GO BACK UP. โฒ