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L.S.D. & Other Mind-Numbing Fun

Updated: Nov 15


The car seems to be going a wicked 102

But the speedometer says a slow 32

The air outside seems so one dimensional

kaleidoscopic play of colors running in slow stream across the night sky

Cut out trees of paper fly by as our priest driving chariot heads to where

Moves down the Green St. of this acid driven ride maybe to know where

reality speaks “trace ya with us” says the man who is counting his fingers

of course, I am here where else could I be ~ oops where is here?

1977 ~ trace

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