The first thirty-three times I took acid were great. I was in control. could even come down whenever I wanted, simply by clicking my fingers.

The next time was my last. it started out fine, me and my chums were having a great time. I made them all laugh when started munching on some torch-bulbs. Then it went weird. I clicked and clicked but couldn't come down. I panicked. I sent them all outside and I started to go upstairs and bumped into myself coming back down.

Then some wooden prickly guy I've never met made a dodgy Pink-Floydesque album out of my hell.
Cheers
Brian
(f_rev, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 14:54, Reply)