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“The mushrooms arrived packaged like live internal organs, only in a blue Igloo beer cooler. I threw back the lid to find it filled with smoke. Garlands of carbon dioxide fell over the edges. I stuck my face inside and blew. Rows of methodically stacked penis mushrooms filled the cooler, an impressive array of lengths, girths, and colors. Most were a creamy manila. Others were white as alabaster. They were all nestled on a fuming bed of dry ice. I had never seen mushrooms like this before, and I grabbed one but immediately recoiled, surprised by how fleshlike it felt. Then I reached back inside, picked one up, and slid it, smoking, into my mouth.”

Via VICE.

Kelly O—formerly a Stranger staff photographer, music writer, Drunk of the Week columnist, and more!—finished art school and a soul-crushing internship at a corporate advertising agency in Detroit,...

11 replies on “Mmm, Mushrooms…”

  1. That article was incredible, wasn’t it, Kelly O?

    The mystery of Pollock’s demise was particularly bizarre … although I guess the cops could have been right about it being a simple drug killing.

  2. wow that article was so fucking good, i know everybody loves to hate vice but they are the only magazine which would print something like that.

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