Curly's Rambunctious and Erudite Random Banter #140

[Quincunx]

(sniff) The new thread smells like old books, flaking leather, age-spotted paper, a whiff of acidic and ancient ink. It's cloying. Instead of a floor-thumping boogie which might shake the books to pieces, there will be a meditative boogie session with twined legs under lamps shielded to not emit damaging and inharmonius wavelengths. Free your mind and your ass will follow. . .what sort of herb was in that tea ball?