Clean Feet
Sonia followed suit,
took a whiff, and
“Damn diz ain’t no
monia- it piss.”
Then Morgana took off
her other shoe, and ran down the stairs with Sonia right behind her. At the
bottom she took a quick peek, to make sure the lab’s door was closed, then they ran into the ladies room. They threw their
shoes into the garbage can. Morgana took one last look in the mirror, and as
she was ready to go, she instead put a foot in the sink and washed it, then
the other one.
“Watcha doing?”
She wiggled her toes,
smiled, “Ahhh da! Much betta, no caca, I wanna make sho my feet don’t smell like sheet.”
“Yea makes sense,
neva na wadda cwazy dude on acid gon do,” so she did the same, then they went
back up the stairs barefooted.
The place was so full of smoke, it reminded me of the com room back in my air force days. All the ash trays were full; and everyone had a lit butt, either in hand or on their lips. Acid can create fear, fear leads to anxiety, and perhaps that leads to delusions, and hallucinations. I don’t know, I’m not a head shrinker. Cool trips seem to happen when peeps are in a joyous, happy ambience with no hang ups. But if you have any hang ups acid will mess with your head. It’s why acid, in my opinion, should only be used by licensed head shrinkers. They can guide souls through a trip, and help to bring them out of a bad one. Also, if a person is a criminal, acid may lead that soul to commit some terrible deed. Charley Manson, anyone? Remember him? Anyway, nicotine calms anxieties, and fears. So maybe that’s why none of us experienced a bad trip.
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