the shiny red guitar pick

what was it that i was desperately searching for all of last night? i think it was a shiny red guitar pick. the first time i came across it, i consumed it without any second thought, the way Mario consumes a mushroom that is casually sliding toward him. suddenly i felt different. invincible? omnipotent? i really can't say. all i remember is that i would stare into the mirror and see myself turning yellow. and after the yellow there was some slight shape-shifting. and after that this beautiful, calming feeling. a feeling that apparently had me frantically searching for another shiny red guitar pick for the rest of the night. i found many different red picks in many different places that looked just like it. somehow i knew they were fakes. but when i finally found another real one just lying there under some junk on the table, i grabbed it and locked myself in the bathroom of the house i grew up in. i ate it, stared into the mirror and waited. but i never got that feeling back.