This is an excerpt from a novel i'm writing. Usually writing novel-esk is difficult for me because I get lost in the weaving of imagery and details, however with this project, it's very simple because this year I did a quarter sheet of acid all at once and lost my mind for almost five months.... Took the better part of the year to come back to sanity, but if nothing else, the experience provided me with a rich material source. Without further adeu:
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EXCERPT FROM "ACID STORY"
the world around me seemed new when i woke up. aside from that i recognized a noticible lack of birds in the little grassy area which was
my home. All three of the large trees seemed to lack the chirping fellows i called my brothers. i felt as if i was in a dream and had
forgotten everything from the days which were months/weeks which had passed before. i knew the police across the street, with the help of
the federal government, had attempted to erase my memories while i was asleep, but deep down i also knew i could tap back into it all, the
fact that i, and the other humans, aliens angels and demons, were god. i sat to meditate and realized that i needed to get some food. the
donuts i had from the days before were starting to dry, and too many of them were covered with bugs for them to still be considered
edible. I scattered the rest of the large stash in the park for the birds and squirrels, which promptly returned, filling the area and
uplifting my broken spirit. the birds had a noticible interaction, which is that the sparrows would arrive first and eat for a while, then
the pidgeons would swoop in and scare the smaller birds away from the food. i always felt bad for the sparrows, even though even with
them, it was every bird for itself.
i grabbed my staff and kissed it, saying good morning, and headed back to the dumpster of dunkin donuts across the street. after passing
the cars with my ragged clothes and appalling apparently trash covered stick, i got to the dumpster which was luckily full. grabbing a
small box from the upper part of the trash, i dug down for the usual trashbag or two filled with various fresh enough donuts, and grabbed
a handfull of meatballs and a sausage. I had found the garbage of the newly leased itailan resturant next to dunkin donuts. I grabbed a
handful of sausages and some meatballs, and dug around some more for the donuts, first giving extensive praise to the creator for the life
sustaining find of meat. loading the box up with a mixed selection of donuts and bagels, intended for the next couple of days to feed the
birds and myself, i grabbed it in one arm, carefully taking my staff with the other arm, and headed back across the street, laughing at a
group of demons who often stood on the stoop outside of a corner house, due to the fact that the gods had provided for me both meat and
bread, which is all a man could ask for.
"If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~Thomas Jefforson