Basically
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EssentiallyI smoke interstellar moon rocks and turn tricks for kicks
I give Mind Blowing piggyback rides to little blind albino children
Well jerkin off old drunken crying wino Indians under a radiant full moon
I rock out to suppermassive black holes because it feels
sooooooooooooooo goodIm just another dreamer lost in dreamy dreams with
wandering shifty eyes pondering philosophical riff raff
of the sorted sorts,the kind your comatose decepticon mother would never approve of.They say ill make your dead daughters weep
like whisperin willows of yester morns last supperA paradoxical derelict centuries forgotten
stewin in spacious gray chasms of undefined gaseous thoughtI Am
The angelic sodomy of sense and sensibility
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"Psychedelic experience is only a glimpse of genuine mystical insight, but a glimpse which can be matured and deepened by the various ways of meditation in which drugs are no longer necessary or useful. If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen..."
-- Alan Watts --
