I am currently reading up on the early days of LSD, after quite an interesting trip last week. Over the years it has become abused by people just like you and me who primarily induce it to get, 'fucked up'. But last week as i sat in my car, parked outside the club, i got that little tap on the shoulder. Only someone who has delved deep into the grasps of Lysergic Acid would understand this. As i sat there, its as if i could see a crack in a unpenetrable doorway. Through that crack filtered light. I believe that the light was that mythical 'plateau' that many have spoke of...in simple terms, the place where in your mind, the answers are available.
Now this post may not appeal to many. But i know that it will appeal to a few who through personal experience know what i am trying to communicate. It's just so hard to put into words.
If you've been 'touched' by LSD please share... and, even if you've been molested by acid i want to know too!
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You can kick the monkey all you want...but what do you do when he wakes up?
Now this post may not appeal to many. But i know that it will appeal to a few who through personal experience know what i am trying to communicate. It's just so hard to put into words.
If you've been 'touched' by LSD please share... and, even if you've been molested by acid i want to know too!
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You can kick the monkey all you want...but what do you do when he wakes up?