As a form of fourth grade torture Christina would manifest lies to test my gullibility and prove her sick wit. When insomnia started to plague me she devised a theory and quoted an obscure scientific journal to flavorfully boost fake facts.
Imagine a jar of paint. Imagine it spill on your head and flow through the skull, veins, and organs spreading down the body in slow single-file motion. The practicing therapist demands: Begin with...
Green Light cast by the green sun has tap water turning into slime. Slime that plunges through pipes on its way from lakes now made of lime jello. Sun.
Trees and flowers start to grow naturally, experimenting with the flavors of the warm green rays. A base of hunter green, a splash of forest, with a hint of mint and freshly squeezed honeydew rain -- Lighter and brighter the plants photosynthesize, breaking down the compound green into atom form to find the protons, neutrons, electrons, quarks of it, until they reached the end of green. Is it time to sink into the dark depths of muddy green baseness down below Or time to breach the walls of science, enter mythology to create a new light and bloom into the Yellow Sun? -Samantha Woznica '11