With friends, I climbed one of the monolith rock formations @ Joshua Tree after a campfire dinner back in 83 with a small boombox, a backpack stocked with snacks, a Maglite, Huxley’s Doors of Perception & Castaneda’s Journey to Ixtlan and a couple packs of clove cigarettes, a tote sack cooler full of Henry Weinhard’s Private Reserve, & two canteens of drinking water…after dropping two purple microdots…and couldn’t find my way all the way back down to camp until the next morning.  There was no time-space continuum to mention.  I’m not a big fan of spiders (nope, not at all) yet I’m pretty sure I imagined hundreds of them around me…fascinated with them…as heavy clouds came in over the desert, …fast moving clouds made GREAT visuals and a rare storm front rained blood for a while…& there was a pack of dogs or coyotes down on the ground & a raptor circling overhead; red tailed hawk more likely, not a vulture or buzzard, …& a shared phantasm wall or light-void that came & went throughout the night…skewing our sight.

…Mostly I laughed & contemplated motion so hard my face hurt the next day, although drying-out the next morning was the best sensation…indescribable…like being seconds ahead of the moment and disassociated from tangible reality just enough to be slightly …superhuman. 

But I suppose that’s not near being dumped-on backstage

by Chucky Baby & the FCC while hovering on peyote. 

Haven’t tripped in a long long loong time; …& that’s just fine by me bcuz life overall has become a heady enough trip all by itself;  I’d probably think or wander myself to death.

Just the other day there was a kid who odeed to DEATH on oxicotin (sp?), sheez!

In my youth I never saw anybody odee to DEATH on ludes or the like; odee a little,

sure, …but live to fight another day.  The world’s lost its color, it’s romantic edge…. 

The same forks who’ve locked-up thousands of…victimless ‘criminals’ have gone

out of their fetid way to poison the strawberry fields while reverse-marketing toxins.