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A Hole in My Mind
“I was thumbing through New Mexico with
nothing, headed nowhere, when I fell in
with a shaman named Shaman who pricked a
hole in my mind. A little prick it was,
but everything gushed in through it, and
everything spilled out. Suddenly, I could
not tell the difference between myself and
others or between my body and the rest of
the world.”
– Eliot Fintushel: Izzy and the Father of Terror (1998)
Posted on August 25th, 2010 under Books by Zenweezil