The nuclei collapse into balls of light, giving birth to a plethora of colours. Photons shoot out of a vacationed fissionary school. The tribe shakes its ends in the air, trying to catch them brights. Sounds of intermittent bass lines surround and then fade into clicks. And then silence.
Human Choirs try in vain to emulate sounds of the ocean.
Engulfed by flashes of light, white light. The tribe waves at the pepper haired man on a podium. He responds by throwing a sphere of sound at them. They die. Instantaneously.
This being my favorite psy night of all time. till date.
Raja ram came down to gurgaon. killed it.
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I love this. The imagery is awesome awesome and youve written something that is not stream of consciousness fater a really long time. Good
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