With different ways
To an out-of-it State
Mainly an escape
But really a mind rape
And at the mad gate,
We're in and standing
Down
Having our silvery gown
Hoky drug boy clown
We might be feelin'
But
It's shifting though
And everything smacks of an LSD glow
We was all snaky climbin'
Through craters etching
Tunnels through the chambers
Of his heart
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So I wrote this in 1994 after a tripping session had gone bad. My late friend Max walked with me down to Shenton Park Lake. It was the wee hours of the morning. I was freaking out. He talked me down for ages. He brought me back from a deep fear lost in the wilderness. He was good like that.
Where did my comment go? Oh you moved it to 1994. You do know there was no Blogger in 94 right?
I see where you are going with this.
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Just ignore SOPA. There's nothing to do with that kind of bill. Copying content is not a big deal, just don't forget to include the source of that content.
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