I can’t stand straight on the ocean of purple grass. Why do these waves not support me?
I see green and magenta waving me over for tea, but respectfully decline, for I’m not loud enough.
Perhaps I should change one of my legs into a tail.
The bells are coming, and they get bluer every ounce.
There’s a guitar too, but it weighs 17 seconds, and is Far-coloured.
The music makes me smile – What a treat for my eyes!
My right hand fights my hair – Left hand pulls them both out and strokes ‘right’ lovingly.
......
“HOLY CRAP!!! She tore her hand off!!!!”
“Sam? Come watch, the waves like you,” she whispers
“So much for MAGIC shrooms, we’re screwed!”
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