Twisting out of vile darkness to the point where you're flying through space shooting sparks out of your feet seems like it must be some huge philosophical exercise but I don't really see why it should be. After a brief moment of review, the mind is usually capable of deciding quickly between vile darkness and shooting sparks out of your feet. Telling a story of the vile darkness may be good for short interest but legs like Romeo and Juliet it don't got.
Much better to wave your hand and leave a trail of stars that glow and join a galaxy of stars that already orbits as you slowly spin within it. Having god-like powers is a very cool part of LSD. Those who remember may get a little wistful at the thought. Those who remember very well are now waving their hands around and creating stars.
It's real at the time and happens even though there is a part of you that tells you it is not. After a while you stop listening to the part telling you it is not real as you can see that doesn't mean anything anyway. The stars are right in front of you and you fly among them.
Then the stars start collapsing, coalescing into forms and becoming recognizable structures and Billy cries out, man, all the stars are just like molecules in a much larger Universe, man. That is so heavy that ... man, that is so heavy. Billy is what we call flipping out. In a moment we will tell him, yeah, let's go see what it looks like. Then Billy will spend the rest of the night watching water drip out of a faucet. LSD can be strange like that.
It's like I look into the water, I can see Time, man. I can see the Time as it flies back in ribbons and they turn into colors and, man, it is so beautiful.
Enjoy the ride, Billy.
Sometimes it gets strange like that.
But people look at ribbons all over the place. The threads of logic that deduce to the behavior that is manifested here or there or by the Norwegian fisherman who notices fewer sardines this year. There are ribbons in everything and they really do wind all over the place like that. But those aren't any more real than the ones Billy is seeing. Every historian likes different ribbons.
Sure, I see a lot of things other people probably don't see. It's been quite a ride. Watch out for the sparks from my feet.
Much better to wave your hand and leave a trail of stars that glow and join a galaxy of stars that already orbits as you slowly spin within it. Having god-like powers is a very cool part of LSD. Those who remember may get a little wistful at the thought. Those who remember very well are now waving their hands around and creating stars.
It's real at the time and happens even though there is a part of you that tells you it is not. After a while you stop listening to the part telling you it is not real as you can see that doesn't mean anything anyway. The stars are right in front of you and you fly among them.
Then the stars start collapsing, coalescing into forms and becoming recognizable structures and Billy cries out, man, all the stars are just like molecules in a much larger Universe, man. That is so heavy that ... man, that is so heavy. Billy is what we call flipping out. In a moment we will tell him, yeah, let's go see what it looks like. Then Billy will spend the rest of the night watching water drip out of a faucet. LSD can be strange like that.
It's like I look into the water, I can see Time, man. I can see the Time as it flies back in ribbons and they turn into colors and, man, it is so beautiful.
Enjoy the ride, Billy.
Sometimes it gets strange like that.
But people look at ribbons all over the place. The threads of logic that deduce to the behavior that is manifested here or there or by the Norwegian fisherman who notices fewer sardines this year. There are ribbons in everything and they really do wind all over the place like that. But those aren't any more real than the ones Billy is seeing. Every historian likes different ribbons.
Sure, I see a lot of things other people probably don't see. It's been quite a ride. Watch out for the sparks from my feet.
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