06-03-2005, 11:05 PM
Backwards, forwards, who cares. It all runs in a loop anyway, so no matter which way you go you run the same cycle in some form or another.
My point is, the brain can do some amazing things when under the influence of LSD. This has been proven. However, there are far to many risks to make it worthwhile. It is, no doubt, entirely to dangerous to mess with and expect reliable results.
For every one person that got something good out of it... Like Leary, there were hundreds left in vegetative states. It is not a kind drug.
Making it into your mind is rather easy. It's making it out again that is troubling. You get comfortable in there. You want to stay. You don't want to leave. So you settle in and you become a rutabega. And there is a lot of stuff lurking in the dark places of your mind that don't want you leaving either. You get lulled into a comfortable sense of complacency. The nightmares come and they pick you apart and rape your brain. And along come the spiders that pick over the remains. Ew. :wacko:
**Cue creepy music**
My point is, the brain can do some amazing things when under the influence of LSD. This has been proven. However, there are far to many risks to make it worthwhile. It is, no doubt, entirely to dangerous to mess with and expect reliable results.
For every one person that got something good out of it... Like Leary, there were hundreds left in vegetative states. It is not a kind drug.
Making it into your mind is rather easy. It's making it out again that is troubling. You get comfortable in there. You want to stay. You don't want to leave. So you settle in and you become a rutabega. And there is a lot of stuff lurking in the dark places of your mind that don't want you leaving either. You get lulled into a comfortable sense of complacency. The nightmares come and they pick you apart and rape your brain. And along come the spiders that pick over the remains. Ew. :wacko:
**Cue creepy music**
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."