Lysergic Acid Diethylamide --

I passed the acid test.

   One word kept recurring inside and all around my mind.  PSYCHEDELIC!

    The 23 years and change that occurred prevoiusly before August 12th/13th 2006 stood as a mere prefix to what exactly was happening.

   What was happening?  Psychedelic?  That WAS a word that HAD a meaning. Or so I thought, in those > 23 years.  Today "psychedelic" means something.

   Crazy! Mad! WILD!  Moving, tremendous, never-ending, unforgettable (yet memorially segmented.) Beautiful, magic, etc.

   Impossible to list all the occurances of a 20-hour trip on LSD.  Music, laughter, laughter, laughter.  Nostalgia for current happenings, becoming playful, even helpless at times.

   It can only compare to things that happened to me when I was young.  Really young.  2 or 3 years old.  The whole world and everything around you is brand-new, even rust, ancient things, 300-year-old trees are sprouts again.  Everything still has the dew of Adam and Eve's first morning on it.

   The way life should be!  Or should NOT be.

   I saw through the eyes of the insane.  I saw through the eyes of a goblin.  I saw life as being dead, and wanting to live again.

   Strange how something so tiny could influence everything entirely.

   The bushes had skeletons in them.  Jolly skeletons.  Grateful dead.  People everywhere.  But not really.  But really?  Ghosts?  Lightning in the trees, was I seeing the future or the past?  Hooks?  Candlewax-Crustecean Shells?  Edible knuckles?  Profound discovery of grass, wants and needs of every living and unliving thing on the special piece of Earth surrounding myself.  Dancing Cedar trees, tall enough to shade a grave.

             The Steps.

                    The Step people.

                                         The Tripod.

                                           Knowing.  Everything.

Now it's over.

Zero Candlepower.