It’s the weekend, I’m doing laundry and contemplating writing, and I hadn’t done one of these in a while. For many years I’ve thought of every possible ingredient I could use to develop a working shrinking formula. It’s all nonsense, of course… but I enjoy letting my mind sink its teeth into the notion. How would I do it? I’d wait for a full moon, of course. I’d light the right candles in my living room (back yard would be better, but not if I plan to be naked during the “ritual”) after taking a bath with a sliced potato I then bury. Or eat. Though I definitely will eat the potato before taking a bath with it.
As to the ingredients? All equal parts:
- The best tequila I can afford
- My sweat (or better)
- My breath
- Vitamin C
- Distilled water
- Rain from a great day
It’s all for fun, obviously. But what if it worked? The tricky part is the delivery, of course. Will it work topically, or do I have to figure out a way for my target to ingest it? What fabulous problems I invent for myself.