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Why, you kids make me sick.
Oh, please, use my body to keep you
alive.
Drugs, huh?
Often the introduction comes in the form of
a goofball.
Paula, I may be a bitch, but I'll
never be a butch.
You know better than the girl who sells
herself to a man.
Good work.
And now, little Miss Buckle, she's double, and
she's all outraged virtually.
I have a drug here, LSD.
Perhaps you've heard of it.
And you listen, and you listen well.
You're damaged merchandise, and this is a fire
sale.
Well, Frank, looks like one of those long
hard ones.
Have you ever had an Egyptian feast?
Frank, Frank, look at your hand.
It's my tag.
He's doing it.
Down inside, you're dirty.
Do you hear me?
Dirty.
That's right, people.
You got the picture.
Face covered and feet that aren't.
That's me, Hippy, the living symbol of the
age.
And right between trips, I'm taking one.
Instead of being the scene, I'm working it
over.
And so far, it ain't much.
But then when the only grass around is
what you walk on, and the only acid
in town is boric, then things move slow.
And even I can form.
Look at me.
Instead of flying, I've been driving.
And what I'm looking for is to score.
And where I'm looking is GGP.
Seems a hell of a way from LSD,
but Golden Gate Park isn't just where kiddies
toddle.
It's just not square miles of squares.
I come here mostly because of the zoo.
They keep telling me I belong in it.
And in the district, I hate Ashbury.
I feel like it.
Cars bumper to bumper, buses spraying fumes, it'll
eat a lung.
The long necks of the button-down-collar
tourists hanging from the windows saying, hey, buddy,
check that one.
Or, hey, lookie there.
That broad ain't got no brassiere on.
That broad probably don't need one.
At least she's not wearing herself out in
some phony office, breaking her legs down on
three geos and running a four-minute mile
to avoid the boss's fields.
A poet, huh?
Me uptight and still a lamb in Webster.
Hey, see what I mean about this park?
Yeah, it's got swings, but better yet swingers.
And they relate to me.
Check the hair, the boots.
They're just not here for the air.
Like they just ain't here looking to commune
with nature.
But if they are, I got the limb
they can swing on.
So I give them the pied piper bit,
a melody full of promises.
But it's off-key.
But they dig me.
And they hope I'm holding.
So we do the follow the leader bit.
We leave the park.
We give it back to the squares.
They can have it all, the sun, the
air, and the green.
We didn't need it anymore.
We were going to create some new sights
and sounds of our own and color them
rainbow.
These two are a part of H.A.
I mean, like I wasn't plucking Snow White
and Cinderella.
I know them a little, but we've never
balled or made the scene together.
So this was going to be like preview
day.
There are
houses, apartments, rooms, and then, then there are
pads.
This pad's a thin one.
No air conditioning.
No heat.
Like we make our own.
There's no bath or shower.
You dig?
They're not exactly encumbered with civilization.
But with his broads and pills and pot,
then, buddy, you ain't exactly hurting.
You asking why about Snow White, my friend?
Well, he spelled it out for me on
the way over.
They're from downstate.
Modesto maidens they used to be.
Their folks were a bore.
Like, you do this, you do that.
So they heard the word about Hashberry and
LSD and the magic and color of the
San Francisco.
And they blew Modesto.
Now their problems are like good ones.
They're not like travelers between trains.
And they're on a trip that never stops.
And they can't get off because that's like
the pine box and six feet of Potter's
Field.
So they ride and ride.
And when reality ends or begins, they don't
care.
Yesterdays, tomorrows, they don't figure.
Just the minute on the dial that tells
you about today.
Just the feel of the grass.
That beautiful, uncut, rough stuff that foals in
onion skin and bras-like filters never could.
There's a science, buddy, to blowing teeth.
So many cubic meters of air to a
measure of smoke.
Yeah, sure, you sound asthmatic.
But the noise you're making ain't nothing to
the feeling you're feeling.
There's those
big three-letter initials.
L, they move you to the last plateau.
The high place where nobody can reach you
unless they're on your scheduled trip.
There's never the sadness of coming back, because
you don't.
You just go on and on and on.
I've been to all of them.
I've made every scene.
Sure, once upon a time I had the
close shave, the crew cut, the tight suit,
and shoes that bounced the shine.
I was a word man.
I wrote the jingles that sold the soaps
the citizens couldn't do without.
And one day I used it.
Sure, I was clean.
I couldn't even smell myself.
Mean human, 5'6", 140 pounds, that worked,
sweat, and made out with broads, and conformed.
And with my own nose, I didn't even
know I existed.
Just a piece of nothing.
Talking the same jab as the other people,
and knowing everybody's answers.
Conformed.
Translated?
To be a part of.
Like similar.
Hippie translation?
A zero.
A loser.
A guy with a mask that didn't have
any kicks or friends, but they had the
same disguises.
Okay, so I smell now.
People hold their nose and shake their head,
but not these two, because they know I
am for real.
And what they smell may be rank, but
the scent I get is living.
I know I'm alive, hip, and aware, and
they know it.
I know, and the girls I bed knows,
they're going to remember me.
I smell as honor, and there's a part
of me.
And us together, kicking and scratching for soup
and bread, and acid and grass.
That's the scent now.
In living, psychedelic color.
Every day different.
Because with a pill, no two trips are
alike.
And even if you can't fly now and
pay later, you don't need to book a
round trip there, because you never come back
the same way.
It's the leaving and going that counts.
What you're about to see is mind imagery.
The sense of sight can be totally confused
by mind-bending drugs.
The illusion is total involvement.
Every function, drive, and want is caused to
expand, swell, to pulsate.
What you hear, what you feel, what you
sense is brought to crescendo in the wildest
soul-shaking trip.
Some minds can, without psychedelic aid, go out,
psychologically and physiologically.
Both mind and body winding up to a
true, emotional, satisfying expansion.
Psychedelia is the new wave.
A sensual, id-shaking experience.
Some will be permanently changed by this trip.
Others will follow the sick soul of psychedelia.
Let your mind flow.
Let your body vibrations build.
If you're one of the gifted few, swing
your own kind of acid.
Turn on.
Let all sensations climax in the trip.
Psychedelic love is only for a few.
Not all can experience the all-out, wild
freedom of soul.
The new vibration, the shimmering of every fiber,
every cell in your body.
It's more it can take.
Psychedelic love is the innovation.
The out-of-sight thing.
The trip.
The complete, screaming explosion.
Can you dig it?
Can you take in your soul all the
sensations you're about to feel, see, experience?
Now.
Happening now.
Now.
I am one with my universe.
One with God.
Universe me now.
Awaken my consciousness.
Bring me out of dreams into reality.
Into your reality.
Inside my reality.
Gently now.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy, it's happening now.
I give myself to the world.
To love.
Love happens.
Love can happen.
Love will happen.
And love is happening.
Love.
Happening.
The Buddha of color speaks to me.
Gurus speak.
Your light intensity explores my soul.
Vibrance.
Guru of light.
Teach me love.
Enlightenment.
Guru.
Light.
Love.
Pleasure.
Life.
Life.
Love.
Searching Nirvana nears.
Don't be uptight and hung up.
Enlightenment is happening now.
To know for real.
We want to know ourselves.
Search.
Explore ourselves.
Know the joy of love.
Life.
Enlightenment.
To do for real.
For real happiness.
Discover it.
Discover love.
Discover it now.
Tune into life.
Conscious soul.
Vibrating warmth.
Love.
Life.
Light.
Sensation.
Empirical.
Guru of love.
Surface soft.
Breathing.
Skin.
Breathing.
Pulsating to the harmony of the universe.
Nature.
Bending.
Swaying.
Folding.
Unfolding.
Letting us see outside.
Inside.
Undiscovered magic.
Moving.
Slowly.
Gently.
Sway.
Feel it.
Feel the motion.
Feel the movement.
Groove with it.
Move with it.
Sway with it.
Soar with it.
Go up with it.
Let it happen.
Move now.
You're in tune with the lowest forms of
life.
In tune with life.
With all life.
It's happening.
It's happening inside of you.
Inside of you now.
It's moving inside of you.
Now.
Now.
All life.
All possibilities.
All love.
Every love.
Now.
It's flowing.
I know.
I happen.
Slow.
Reach into life.
Search into love.
Happening consciousness.
Throbbing.
Throbbing.
Throbbing with life.
Flowing with life.
Exploding.
Expanding.
Awareness.
Expanding love.
Exhilaration expands.
Soul soaring.
Higher.
Higher.
Floating free.
Spiraling.
Pleasure.
Sensation.
Nerves.
Joy.
Living.
Freedom.
Of life.
In tune with life.
With all life.
It's happening.
It's happening inside of you.
Inside of you now.
It's moving inside of you.
Now.
Now.
All life.
All possibilities.
All love.
Every love.
Now.
Exploding.
Universe me now.
Awaken my consciousness.
Bring me out of dreams into reality.
Into your reality.
Reality.
Gently now.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
It's happening now.
Love and
joy.
Joy and love.
I give myself to the world.
To love.
Love is now.
Love happens.
Love can happen.
Love will happen.
Love is happening.
Love.
Happening.
The Buddha of color speaks to me.
Guru speaks.
Your light intensity explores.
Vibrance.
Guru of light.
Teach me love.
Enlightenment.
Pleasure.
Guru.
Light.
Love.
Pleasure.
Joy.
Life.
Life.
Love.
Dig it.
Dig it.
Searching nirvana nears.
Don't be uptight and hung up.
Enlightenment is happening now.
To know for real.
We want to know ourselves.
Search.
Explore ourselves.
Know the joy of love.
Life.
Enlightenment.
To dig for real.
For real happiness.
Discover it.
Discover love.
Discover it now.
Tune into life.
A conscious soul.
Vibrating warmth.
Sensation.
An oracle.
Guru of love.
Surface soft.
Breathing.
Skin.
Breathing.
Pulsating to the harmony of the universe.
Nature.
Bending.
Swaying.
Folding.
Unfolding.
Letting us see outside.
Inside.
Undiscovered magic.
Moving.
Slowly.
Gently.
Swaying.
Back and forth.
Feel it.
Feel the motion.
Feel the movement.
Groove with it.
Move with it.
Sway with it.
Soar with it.
Go up with it.
Let it happen.
Move now.
You're in tune with the lowest and highest
forms of life.
In tune with life.
With all life.
It's happening.
It's happening inside of you.
Inside of you now.
It's moving inside of you.
Now.
All life.
All possibilities.
All love.
Every love now exploding.
I hear.
I feel.
I know.
I happen.
It's love.
Reaching to life.
Searching to love.
Happening consciousness.
Throbbing with life.
Flowing with life.
Exploding.
Expanding.
Awareness.
Expanding love.
Acceleration expands.
Soul soaring.
Higher.
Higher.
Floating free.
Inspiring pleasure.
Let it happen.
You're in tune with the lowest and highest
forms of life.
In tune with life.
With all life.
It's happening.
It's happening inside of you.
Possibilities.
All love.
Every love now exploding.
Slowly.
Gently.
Sway.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Feel it.
Feel the motion.
Feel the movement.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Groove with it.
Move with it.
Sway with it.
Soar with it.
Go up with it.
Let it happen.
Move with it.
You're in tune with the lowest and highest
forms of life.
In tune with life.
With all life.
It's happening.
It's happening inside of you.
Inside of you now.
It's moving inside of you.
Now.
All life.
All possibilities.
All love.
Every love now exploding.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
I see.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
It's happening inside of you.
Inside of you now.
It's moving inside of you.
All life, all possibilities, all love, every love
now explodes in love,
in love,
in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, in love, in love, in love,
in love, it's moving inside me now.
Now!
Celestial tendrils entwine about them.
Oceans of flesh swell and surrender to the
quickening tides of their bliss.
Yes, this is the time of their dreaming.
An enticing song of the senses drifts from
wooded afternoons, beginning the parade of those willing
to follow the ribald or wandering seekers of
a heavenly, joyful abandon.
Their companion is music from path to path.
They heed not the shadows or shades, for
every dark is as much rainbow to them.
Deep drizzles of prisms, kaleidoscopic light.
The journey is short, the afternoon wanes.
But what is night but a shadow?
And it sparkles with eager carnival nerves as
they are drawn to fulfillment and shelter.
This is the time of their dreaming.
The sky begins to light, a soft and
distant music.
Aphrodite is weaving the clouds, supple shapes of
her furious hair, blossoming pinks of electric dawning.
The spiraling
sun, a diminishing vortex, grounding with iridescence.
It rains green, the lightning strikes where it
wills, bends grass and mouths to the flooding
river.
Rough tongues meet, steaming with the night.
Damp bodies from the seas.
To hold the clouds apart, the lightning strikes
where it wills, and trees explode with lovers
in their branches.
Vibrant enlightenment.
Bending the grasses with motions of love, come
lovers charged with one ecstasy.
The sun embeds them in warmth, turning their
limbs to fire, their eyes to intimate galaxies.
This is the time of their dreaming.
It is in the highly experimental world of
today's youth that we may begin to see
the first signs of what is to come,
the first breakthrough into that realm of the
sensual unknown, an exciting new universe of unexplored
sexual delights.
It is perhaps the most daringly innovative generation
in the history of the civilized world.
Nor is this boldness limited to philosophy, for
the hip generation has been known to experiment
freely in the realm of the physical as
well.
Amongst hippies, weird rites of sexual practices formerly
unthought of are practiced with all the indiscretion
and openness of a church social.
The excitement and activity within the pleasure centers
of the brain are frequently augmented by the
use of drugs.
The bizarre combination of sex and psychedelics oftentimes
amount to a potent mixture.
The hippie atmosphere is one in which outlandish
sexual practices are utterly commonplace.
Whether the new morality and sexual liberation will
prove to be boon or bane to Western
civilization is a question which only time can
answer with any finality.
In the meantime, despite scientific observations and the
ethical qualms of more conventional citizens, the hip
subculture will continue to behave in its self
-dictated fashion.
The post-war generation has come of age,
and by appearance, not only the present but
the future as well belongs to them.
The
post
-war generation has come of age, and by
appearance, not only the present but the future
as well belongs to them.
The End
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