via phil, slate's who's got the acid?, an exploration of the shocking lack of LSD on the market. a shame, that - plentiful are the evenings i come home from a long day of work and wish i could watch tentacles erupt from joe's face. if you don't feel like reading the piece, the best phrase is definitely
The cultural hunger for a substance that lets you hold affordable conversations with God, watch walls melt, breathe colors, and explore your psyche remains unsated.my rock supergroup will be called "poetry's next millionaires"; our album, affordable conversations with god.
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