Kristian Michail

The Toad Smoker

It's 2019. I'm 26. I smoke a toad. Literally. The most powerful substance on the planet. The same chemical released when we are born and when we die. The molecule of who we are. Imagine being softly caressed by an angel whilst getting fisted by the devil at the same time. Every hole filled by mother nature. To an outsider, you would look like you are possessed. As an insider, you know you are possessed. Enchanted by a beauty so deep you wouldn't want it any other way. Not like you could have it any other way even if you tried. The freedom in surrender. Laughing through the tears. One of those experiences so hard to talk about over beers. "Write Kristian, Write." That's what the toad kept saying. "You owe me some magic. It's time you started paying."