The Wolf Peach

So the long promised tale of werewolves, Solanaceae; the lost legend I’d been promising herbalists I’d recreate for a long time, the missing link that explained the flesh crawling, skin walking, shape shifting, Atropine aggravated descent into fluid filled paranoia and night terrors brought in on the tidal flow, seven days before the red run, as…

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Solanaceae spotting and twisting tomato lycanthropes

It started weeks ago, before the flowers had blossomed a mere leaf or two haunted the path, the week of the story walk, a whiff of peanut butter, I got closer, drawn in, a plant with intention, pulled me closer, promising powers of seduction and sleep, the child balked…..gagged…..croaked ‘ evil peanut butter…..mummy what IS…

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