10-05-2011, 04:30 AM
Nostalgia for a paradise lost, a golden age, the summer of love, Haight-Ashbury, 1967, full stop.
Then came methedrine, Altamont, a decade of assassination, Hippies like eloi eaten by morlocks.
Hug me, Honey, drug me; we never, never increase the dosageonly tonight because tonight is special.
Burroughs stuck his vehicle on the New Mexico forest road where my friend had his Carson Forest land and home; pulled the author of Naked Lunch from the reality.
And reality is a fine trip in its own write.
I submit.
Acid of any given description; mescaline in or out of bitter button; psilomushroom or being with one's breathinghow we laughed at our friend the Transcendental Meditation pro-fessional screaming at us in rage for making noise when he was desperately seeking satori.
You can be old and young or beautiful and ugly, as one woman from a book under the bar told me, "You can have as much as you can handle."
Copernicus the Space Cowboy bucking all the Reefer Madness paranoia of his day.
Despair grants the Illuminati monopoly of the All-Seeing Eye when it's everyman's ability.
When not beaten down with fatigue or juju.
Ginsberg made a big bear-face growl at me from the window of the van northbound to Colorado by the Rosario Cemetery--
--which made me realize I wasn't dead yet.
http://www.wat.tv/video/bob-dylan-george...hat1_.html
Then came methedrine, Altamont, a decade of assassination, Hippies like eloi eaten by morlocks.
Hug me, Honey, drug me; we never, never increase the dosageonly tonight because tonight is special.
Burroughs stuck his vehicle on the New Mexico forest road where my friend had his Carson Forest land and home; pulled the author of Naked Lunch from the reality.
And reality is a fine trip in its own write.
I submit.
Acid of any given description; mescaline in or out of bitter button; psilomushroom or being with one's breathinghow we laughed at our friend the Transcendental Meditation pro-fessional screaming at us in rage for making noise when he was desperately seeking satori.
You can be old and young or beautiful and ugly, as one woman from a book under the bar told me, "You can have as much as you can handle."
Copernicus the Space Cowboy bucking all the Reefer Madness paranoia of his day.
Despair grants the Illuminati monopoly of the All-Seeing Eye when it's everyman's ability.
When not beaten down with fatigue or juju.
Ginsberg made a big bear-face growl at me from the window of the van northbound to Colorado by the Rosario Cemetery--
--which made me realize I wasn't dead yet.
http://www.wat.tv/video/bob-dylan-george...hat1_.html