by Taliesin » Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:48 pm
"Shut up, it's lesson time.
You need to keep this shit vital. The more it's used, the harder it gets. It stiffens out. You do it too much, and you'll end up an object d'art. I use a drug developed by Doctors Bowen, Madaraki, and Stanton. It hurts like hell, like every bit of me is on fire, but it keeps it flexible, and it works fast.
If you have more time, you can work in essential oils, massage it right deep into the clay--and make sure it gets ALL the way in, or you'll have the equivalent of a gallstone. Olive oil, mineral oil, a cold cream, even petroleum jelly--get it in all the nooks and crannies. Of course, this is not a service most masseuses offer.
Of course, if you have a TON of time, wet heat---NOT dry heat, or you'll bake solid--WET heat with those kinds of things in the air as vapor can work, too. We're talking SERIOUS heat, four digit temperatures. WET heat."
With that, Taliesin...opened his chest and deposited Will's clay inside, as quickly--too quickly for it to be legitimate--the scent of fresh baked bread began to waft through. "Good enough to eat."