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Sunday, June 30, 2013

June 26-27: Psychedelic

From @raisalw:
The moon pulsates in psychedelic hues. I am lying on a beach stranded in the middle of everywhere. The music amplifies. Cool air on my skin. How glorious to be alive, thanks to a spoonful of sugar.

One hit is enough.  

But what’s happening now? Strange hands, a wolf-smile and a single, whispered word.

“Lassanai”

From @shamsmakkiya:
Red, purple, white and pink corruscated the vine-covered trellis.

"Wow! Morning Glory," Tritos smiled psychedelically.

Tritos's parents sensed something odd in their innocent-looking son.

Tritos went on a field trip to the woods.

In search of the lawn-mower, mom went up to the attic.

"OH NO! My son can never be a doper." *Wept*

From @Mari_deSilva: 
He was the epitome of colour. His Code of Ethics enshrined it. His every breath, his every moment was wrapped in flamboyance. Everything he touched transformed into an instant work of art. No shade nor hue ever escaped him. Madiba truly lived every colour of the rainbow. I wonder who knew he was colour blind?

From @paviliciousk:
I stepped outside; into a crowd of people. Everyone was looking in the same direction. I peeped. It’s a Double rainbow. It had a psychedelic effect on all who saw it. Cars slowed down, people stood in the middle of the street snapping pictures; trying to ingrain this magic into their brain...

 ...or their phone.

From @wIkIfReAkz:
The Spa

Cathy gulped the crimson liquid. Gradually dozed off. Got her sanity jettisoned.

*BLANK*
*
EcstoSpa ensured the ecstatic feeling of OBE (Out-of-body experience) - detachment of the supracelestial body from the mass.
*
She opened her eyes.

Amidst the erroneous views of random psychedelic swirls, a blurry scene was slightly visible: a guy holding a handicam..

From @PennyKinned:
He was sulking in the attic when he found it: a string-tied packet of old photographs. Psychedelic clothes and carefree smiles. He thought of them now, his father’s shoulders bowed and his mother’s saris carefully reused till they fell apart. All for him, he knew. A single tear rolled down his still-downy cheek.

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