Day Tripper #4

No pre-ramble...off and running.

Ok, so, I'm high...so what?

Was it a good idea?

Dunno....just dropped it without

much thought. After all this life I've

already had, what should I expect

that would be the least bit different?

I never took life at face value, I can 

tell you that...I always fucked with it

because it was always fucking with 

me. It deserved a dialogue. You want

me to accept things without 

discussion? Good luck with that. 

So, yes LSD, ahem! Where's Neal 

you need him? Never mind about that

now....we've things on our plate to deal

with...no time for nostalgia or wishful

thinking...the train is on it's tracks 

proceeding normally in it's inevitable 

direction. Enjoy the scenery.

OK, I will...thanks for pointing that out...

who am I talking to? Where do thoughts

come from...tell me that and I won't bother 

you anymore. 

Ok, I know it's come on....I remember...but,

for an unknown reason, it doesn't feel that

much different than the way my mind is now

ordinarily. What the fuck does that mean?

I graduated from LSD? Give me the fucking 

diploma.

It's good. I wanted something like this to 

happen, and now it is...imagine that. And

all this great music to listen to...holy fuck.

Nice and pure...the way I rarely had it in

the old days. It took the hammer of LSD to

shake me out of my stupor back then. Of

course, I shouldn't say it was my stupor. 

It would be presumptuous of me to suppose

I could have been the one who created the

somnolent world I was born into. My 

generation was lucky enough to have the

cosmic tool chest we used to wake up. Cosmic

dynamite to explode the myths we were force

fed...not that it was anybody's fault, really. 

Nobody I knew when I was young, parents

included, had a clue what was going on. They

found a way to survive that worked for them, 

and as far as the rest was concerned, they 

could care less. It was always just about getting

pleasure and avoiding pain....not that 

complicated really. Not sophisticated or complex.

Great works of art happen, sure they do. But

pointing to the artist is like pointing to the reflection

of the moon in the water. It's not the same as

pointing to the moon.

Hey, that was a pretty good one.

So, is the point of LSD, (any of it really).....

wait a minute..stop there. 

Real nice...talked to my friend...he was there for me.

Where to go from here? Right now, i'm experiencing

how arbitrary that question seems. I'm there....I'm

here even. Enough said. What's a hallucination 

between friends?

"Have a nice experience!" Might have to take a 

break from words. "Wore my 44 so long,

it made my shoulder sore.

I asked for it...gotta remember that....I asked for

it all...the whole life even.

I have music and I'm tripping balls...what a nation!

If I was paying much attention, `I'd probably be seeing

shit by now.....Nixon couldn't have handled it...good

thing Grace Slick didn't get to dose the coffee.

This is it...this is the experience of LSD....

how marvelous! If only the kids back home

could see me now! If only they could be me now.....

Now I know why we did it. Now I know why I don't

have to do it anymore, because it was there to 

show me where to go, and then, I went. So there.

The more less I know, the better I feel. I had to 

figure out that the complexity wasn't the essence.

I came to the conclusion that non-existence was

the only way I could continue. Actually the 

conclusion came to me only because I was paying

attention.

Doesn't have to make sense.

"If you wanna experience something truly weird,

you outta come up here for an idle half hour...it's 

truly weird."

Yes, Jerry, we know. That's why we all got naked

and had such a great time. Yes, Jerry, we know.

A little too fucking hot today...cool showers 

help a lot. No fucking way I'm putting on clothes 

for a while. I used to walk around my house, when

I was a kid, naked. Nobody seemed to mind.