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Jan 2013
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
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