Paula counted down as time cracked open. Thoughts bled colors. Reality flickered, then vanished. More

Paula looked into the mirror, when logic and proportion have fallen apart, white fog lifting and falling, glimpsed thru mullioned glass, crawling around her face like a thousand micrograms of bleeps, far above the moon. Is it real or an illusion? More

Paula said: there are words they tried to print, there are thoughts they tried to speak, there are pictures you cannot show, photos you cannot snap and lyrics that you cannot sing. Think as I think, she said, see as I see, I kiss your thoughts, I kiss your dreams, I leave my steps upon your reality. More

Paula took a trip. And as she was walking on clouds, beautiful clouds, hovering through kaleidoscopic forests and gliding through multicolored reefs, she couldn’t help but cry. In glee, in absolute enchantment. And when she had to leave, all that was left were Shades of Acid. And dry tears, tears of joy. More