Free Samples For You
By Steve Wardrip

steve wardrip
Jul 20, 2017 · 3 min read

She said shyly,
gently putting into the palm of my hand, a drippy, exclusive mixture of herbs, spices and specific contents, on my timeline in the center of my being, a missing ingredient in the annals of time. She was passing out free samples at a tiny booth in the mega-market.
My tongue cautiously accepted the custardy mixture in a drenching taste expo of scarlet dragonflies hovering over and kissing under a caramel moonlit night.

Oh, I was instantly transported to a place and time, not of my own choosing, but deliciously delightful and charming, a most unusual place of joy, passion, emotional discovery, refreshment in vim and vigor. Butterscotch butterflies.

Picayune rainforests, dainty pantaloons touching the soft and luxurious faux fur of a thousand microscopic tiny hairs that grow on the backs of fantasy deer fawns in saffron colours, with big, beautiful eyes that mesmerize, painted with brushes made of fibers from a baked Banana Bread, coated with golden Georgia pecans and walnuts from secret gardens hidden on Earth, populating the pungent earth. The aroma is of Ancient Egyptian Temples, secret incenses and deluxe treasures from the wise old Orient, mixed with special secret ingredients known only to face-painted, wildly dressed, decorated Aztec Elders living underground in private and secure enclaves of laboratories and perfect pristine pure spiritual rituals, designed to honor, uplift and enlighten life and all living things. There is a feeling of emotion like never before, an urgency, a need to expose, a desire to get involved to the core.

The stars are like tiny particles of sauteed sand and palm, peppercorn moons, gently sprinkled on their wings of iridescent sword fish who fly on the trapeze of the beautiful sea in a full natural view of spectators, cheering joy, victory, relief to the masses, Love is served, conquering all with this extreme delicacy.

While chasing lilies through Hercules flower rings of electric LED lit hula-hoops, before a slow, deliberate dance through clear, bright eyed ambition,
creating a Juniper Ridge Wildcrafted-infused, Joshua Tree love child
in its feast and fury, that I name Valhalla the Great from the elixir potion of awakening love tides, while it goes untamed, lashing about, splashing in my mouth, making me reside under the crown of the world, it is Royal and deserving.

Valhalla the Great permeates, proceeds and prances through my happy soul.

Then I went to the store, opened up the door and bought a bottle of
“Stinson’s Old Tyme Relief From Terrible Afflictions and Abnormalities — Tonic and Exclusive Elixir“
“Stinson’s Will Set You Free!” is their motto, and a good enough one for me.
It was on sale in the bargain bin. I got two for the price of one.
They have good sales at Big Buddy B’s. Sure set me free. Get yourself some.

ROSINE MAGAZINE

A magazine about life, listed in The Library of Congress for over 10 years. Originally about Bluegrass Music, Bill Monroe and Kentucky, ROSINE MAGAZINE evolved into an international community, committed to making the world a better place for people to live. USA AND PHILIPPINES

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steve wardrip

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Writer of Rumors, Gossip, Lies and Dreams — Poet, Scallywag, Whippersnapper and Galactic Co-Pilot

ROSINE MAGAZINE

A magazine about life, listed in The Library of Congress for over 10 years. Originally about Bluegrass Music, Bill Monroe and Kentucky, ROSINE MAGAZINE evolved into an international community, committed to making the world a better place for people to live. USA AND PHILIPPINES

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