"The only truly magical and poetic exchanges that occur in this life occur between two people" - Tom Robbins
Monday, July 5, 2010
What I lost in a trance my senses saved
"When I got home that day and emptied my pockets, I had about eight packs of cigarettes, a big ball of opium, a chunk of hash, some microdot pills I couldn't identify, some mysterious feathers, and a scrap of paper with a scribbled circle on it. The 'wheel' didn't look quite so amazing anymore...I laughed and we went swimming naked on the microdots in the glorious August sun."