The Vision

Come in kiddies and gaze DIE-RECTLY into my crystal ball.  The story that you'll see might be quite a GIP...GYPSY that is heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.  It is about a young hippie, who takes a rather TERRIFYING-TRIP aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  I call this DREARY-DRAMA...
Back in June, 1970, a hippie drove his station wagon to a house somewhere in New Jersey one hot-evening.  "Crimson And Clover" by Tommy James And The Shondells was playing on the car-radio and he turned it off.  He rang the doorbell and another hippie came to the door.  "Hey, Tom, come on in man!" she invited him.  "Hey, thanks, Janet groovy!" Tom responded.  They went into the living-room and a few more hippies were in the room, smoking cigarettes and listening to a record of "Mr. Tambourine Man" by The Byrds.  "Hey, man, try this, hope ya have been cool lately" a hippie said to Tom.  "Hey, Wally, yeah thanks man.  Hope ya have been groovy too" he replied to him, taking a cigarette from Wally.  Tom smoked it and all of a sudden, the room went to psychedelic colors and then went to instant black.  It went quiet and Tom saw a tall figure coming towards him, with a white light shining around it.  The figure was a silhouette of Kermit The Frog, and Tom kept on smoking his cigarette.  "Hello Tom, the substance that you are smoking in the cigarette is called Psychedelic Breeze.  It opens up a spiritual doorway and I am a creature from within this realm" the Kermit The Frog silhouette explained to the young hippie, in a freaky-Kermit The Frog-voice.  "Far-out!" Tom said and the Kermit The Frog-like creature started growling deeply at him.  The Kermit The Frog-like creature yanked and pulled at its head.  
Tom viewed in horror, as it tore its head directly off, dark-green goo spurting from its neck and severed-head.  "It doesn't hurt at all, Tom.  Don't lose your head now too!" the monster growled in a more intense freaky-Kermit The Frog-voice, as it dropped in tone.  The Kermit The Frog-like monster juggled its severed-head with the dark-green slime spraying everywhere in the white light surrounding it.  Then, the thing reattached its head with a crack and green-glowing eyes appeared on the thing.  As the monster growled and laughed in a deep-tone, Tom felt its slimy-fingers crawl up the side of his neck.  Tom screamed in horror and the surroundings changed back to Janet, Wally and three other hippies in the living room.  Tom was on the floor.  "Whoa Tom that Psychedelic Breeze is strong man.  Are you okay?" Wally asked him, helping him to his feet.  "Uh, yeah man.  Do not smoke that stuff Wally" he responded, wiping his eyes.  "Yeah, sorry about that man!" Wally told him.  Tom wiped the side of hie neck and found dark-green slime on it and his hand.  
Ha-Ha, well it was just about SLIME that Tom woke up.  That Psychedelic Breeze really DRUG HIM ALONG eh, Kiddies?