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...Kingston!!??
Applethorpe!
It was a hug from the old times, the free times, totally and completely all encompassing. Suddenly, I was 17, and invincible. The smell of wine and old leather overwhelmed me, and a ball of tears arose from nowhere in the middle of my throat.
Where...the..hell...have...you...been...
His words trembled through his body into mine, and I realized I was crying.
Oh..you know, all over the place.
He pulled back, and I saw that he was crying too.
For a second we stared at eaxh other. Then, as though some great imvisible dam was breaking, we began to laugh.
Oh, god.
It was as though every black day and endless inght and hour of pain was destroyed in that massive outpouring of laughter.
I pulled up handfulls of dead grass as he pounded the ground, a stream of drool jerkily descending from his mouth. That set me off all over again, and by the time we were in any sane condition, dawn was breaking.
Matt
The light filtered smoothly over caressing slopes leading down into the tame cityscape, folding its scarlet tendrils around everything in a warming embrace. Applethorpe reached into his fine vest pocket, finding a pocket watch and a small, plastic sack within. He withdrew the sack and brandished it to his fellow. With a careful flick of the wrists the two bore small postage stamps into their awaiting maws.
"Bottoms up," the fruit-likened one grinned. It was like no time had past between the two. They were still as close as ever; picking up right where they had last left off. Kingston grimaced slightly as the tart flavor of the acid seeped deeply into his tongue, filling his mouth with a strange tingling sensation.
They laid back, their eyes drifting skyward. The last twilight stars winking out of sight, banished by the reaching sunlight.
Blake
Time faded into an ocean of blissfully flowing colors. The sky slowly melted into a rainbow of writhing, living color, a beatific joy flowing down in overwhelming waves over the Earth.
I really wish it could aleways be like this, Appleforth. You and me and the gentle caress of a loving sky on our foreheads.
I know, man. Whoa. And a band of dancing penguins.
Hly shit, where?
Everywhere, man. Everywhere.
As though they were the command of some divine presence, a line of penguins erupted from the air, writhing in the ecstasy of dance, pulsing notes of music exploding from their every movement.
Shit, son. This is goooooooooood acid.
A paroxsysm suddenly hurled across the sky-a cloud, flying far too fast-it was like a great clipper ship, its billowing surface a tangle of ultimate grace. The light slipped over its surface like a tender hand as dawn made way to early day, the light a solid presence, like loving arms draped over your very soul.
...Kingston!!??
Applethorpe!
It was a hug from the old times, the free times, totally and completely all encompassing. Suddenly, I was 17, and invincible. The smell of wine and old leather overwhelmed me, and a ball of tears arose from nowhere in the middle of my throat.
Where...the..hell...have...you...been...
His words trembled through his body into mine, and I realized I was crying.
Oh..you know, all over the place.
He pulled back, and I saw that he was crying too.
For a second we stared at eaxh other. Then, as though some great imvisible dam was breaking, we began to laugh.
Oh, god.
It was as though every black day and endless inght and hour of pain was destroyed in that massive outpouring of laughter.
I pulled up handfulls of dead grass as he pounded the ground, a stream of drool jerkily descending from his mouth. That set me off all over again, and by the time we were in any sane condition, dawn was breaking.
Matt
The light filtered smoothly over caressing slopes leading down into the tame cityscape, folding its scarlet tendrils around everything in a warming embrace. Applethorpe reached into his fine vest pocket, finding a pocket watch and a small, plastic sack within. He withdrew the sack and brandished it to his fellow. With a careful flick of the wrists the two bore small postage stamps into their awaiting maws.
"Bottoms up," the fruit-likened one grinned. It was like no time had past between the two. They were still as close as ever; picking up right where they had last left off. Kingston grimaced slightly as the tart flavor of the acid seeped deeply into his tongue, filling his mouth with a strange tingling sensation.
They laid back, their eyes drifting skyward. The last twilight stars winking out of sight, banished by the reaching sunlight.
Blake
Time faded into an ocean of blissfully flowing colors. The sky slowly melted into a rainbow of writhing, living color, a beatific joy flowing down in overwhelming waves over the Earth.
I really wish it could aleways be like this, Appleforth. You and me and the gentle caress of a loving sky on our foreheads.
I know, man. Whoa. And a band of dancing penguins.
Hly shit, where?
Everywhere, man. Everywhere.
As though they were the command of some divine presence, a line of penguins erupted from the air, writhing in the ecstasy of dance, pulsing notes of music exploding from their every movement.
Shit, son. This is goooooooooood acid.
A paroxsysm suddenly hurled across the sky-a cloud, flying far too fast-it was like a great clipper ship, its billowing surface a tangle of ultimate grace. The light slipped over its surface like a tender hand as dawn made way to early day, the light a solid presence, like loving arms draped over your very soul.
