Posts Tagged: tripping

Rumpus Original Fiction: The Barbecue

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Up close, the beach was disgusting and tragic. A million tiny pieces of plastic were heaped on the shore like confetti from a hundred parades, or like the real sand on the beach threw up. ...more

Rumpus Original Fiction: April, 1968

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Used to see lots of psychedelic princes and princesses on Haight Street. Not many these days. But here were hundreds of the turned on and tuned in, dressed like birds and peacocks in heat. ...more