Johnnys in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
Im on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says hes got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off...
I don't always know what drives me to my ends. I don't pretend to - Sometimes it's a kind of unfeeling, otherworldly tug in a certain direction, a culmination of fate and coincidence that all point down a certain road - And who am I to ignore blatant signs?
I dunno. When some things come together so easily, you start thinking that they have done so for a reason, and that if you pass up this oppurtunity, it'll be like slapping (someone) in the face, throwing it back at 'em.
I don't know what my purpose really is. I don't know where I'll be in 20 years.
All I know is that before I die I want to flood with world with LSD of my own making - Rivers of piezoluminescent crystal, vibrating in the dark and thick with purple-green thunderbolts that crackle between the synapses of the finally awakened, huddled masses - Rising to their feet with fire in their eyes and love in their hearts.
Open your mind. All is one. We're almost home now, we haven't far to go...