Anonymous asked: When is the last time you got laid?
Tuesday, my dear nosey anon.
An LSD trip will show you things which no rules cover. It will show you things not in textbooks and things which you cannot protest to your city councilman about. Grass only makes the present society more bearable; LSD is another society within itself. If you are socially orientated; you can probably mark LSD off as an “hallucinogenic drug,” which is an easy way of getting off and forgetting the whole thing. But hallucination, the definition of it, depends upon which pole you are operating from. Whatever is happening to you at the time does become the reality - it can be a movie, a dream, sexual intercourse, murder, being murdered or eating ice cream. Only lies are imposed later; what happens, happens. Hallucination is only a dictionary word and a social stilt. When a man is dying to him it is very real; to others it is only bad luck or something to be disposed of. When the world begins to admit that ALL the parts fit the whole, then we may begin to have a chance. Whatever a man sees is real. It was not brought there by an outside force, it was there before he was born. Don’t blame him because he sees it now, and don’t blame him for getting mad because the educational and spiritual forces of society were not wise enough to tell him that the exploration never ends, and that we all must be little shits boxed in with our a, b, c’s and nothing else. It is not LSD that causes the bad trip - it was your mother, your President, the little girl next door, the ice cream man with dirty hands, a course in algebra or Spanish superimposed, it was the stench of a crapper in 1926, it was a man with a nose too long when you were told long noses were ugly; it was laxative, it was the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, it was tootsie rolls and Toots and Casper, it was the face of FDR, it was lemon drops, it was working in a factory for ten years and getting fired because you were five minutes late, it was that old bag who taught you American history in the 6th grade, it was your dog run over and nobody to properly draw you the map afterwards, it was a list 30 pages long and 3 miles tall.
A bad trip? This whole country, this whole world is on a bad trip, friend. But they’ll arrest you for swallowing a tablet. Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness