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...
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... you know that's exactly like setting yourself the goal of distributing coca cola to the masses in the 1890's?
And the goal of spreading religion, literacy, technology, health care and wealth, no?
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