I started reading this, got dizzy and fell out of my chair.
...well...fckn aye, that doesn't suck;
...the early birthings of catharsis....
& without the aid of Castaneda’s peyote...,
or Mick's rot gut gas craic whiskey,
or Great Grampa Lair's roadworthy KFC bag,
or Maxwell's silver hammer,
or Milarepa's Mountain Stream,
or the jackboots kicking down your door,
or Tinkerbell's silvery faerie tinklings,
or a Mary Magdalene Sarcophagus dream.
...welcome back, did you enjoy your leave?
