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I'll use my body to keep you alive.

I may be a bitch, but I'll never be a butch.

You're no better than the girl who tells yourself, you're a man.

You're worth it. And now, you'll miss out.

She's all over me. She hurts me.

I have a drug here. LSD. Perhaps you've heard of it.

Well, you've been... and you've been well.

You're standing to purchase and this is a fire sale.

Have you ever had an Egyptian piece?

Down inside, you're dirty. Do you hear me? Dirty.

We were a part of each other.

I mean, like I wasn't plucking Snow White and Cinderella.

I don't know a little, but we've never bawled or made the same together.

So this was going to be, like, pretty good time.

You know, five foot sticks, 140 pounds, it works,

sweat, and made out with broads and conforms.

And we're talking the same jive as the other people.

And knowing everybody's answers.

Translated. To be a part of. Like some people going to kits or things.

Saying what they can all maybe rank. The sister that I get is living.

I know I'm alive, you're unaware, and they know it.

I know, and the girls I bed know this, they're going to remember me.

And asses and grass. You see, there's minor imagery.

The sense of society can be totally confused by mind, bending, and drug.

The illusion is total involvement. Every function, drug, senses,

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 truly emotional, satisfying expansion.

Psychedelia is the new way. A sensual, edge-shaking experience.

Some will be permanently changed by the strip.

Others will follow the sex soul of psychedelic love.

Let your mind flow. Let your body vibrations build.

If you're one of the gifted few, sing your own kind of asking.

Turn on. Get high. 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-alpment.

The new vibration, the shimmering of every fiber,

every cell in your body, is more it can take.

Psychedelic love is the immigration, 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?

Seeing. Experience.

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. It's happening now.

I give my love to the world. To love. Love happens.

Love can happen. Love will happen. Love is happening.

Love. Heavenly. The Buddha of color speaks to me.

Guru speak. Your light intensity explores my soul.

Five friends. A girl of light. Teach me love. Enlightenment.

Searching for volunteers. Don't be uptight enough.

Enlightenment is happening now. To tell for real. We want to know ourselves.

Search. Explore ourselves. Know the joy of love.

Life. Light. To do for real. For real happiness.

Discover it. Discover love. Discover it now. Do it to life.

Conscious soul. Vibrating warmth. Love. Life. Light. Sensation.

Guru of love. Breathing, pulsating to the Harmony of the universe.

Nature. Bending. Swaying. Folding. Unfolding.

Putting a sea outside. Inside. Undiscovered magic. Moving.

Slowly. Gently. Squeezing. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Feel it. Feel the motion. Feel the movement.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Move with it. Move with it. Sway with it. Sore with it. Go up with it. Let it happen.

With all life. It's happening. It's happening

inside of you. Inside of you now. It's living

inside of you. Now. All life. All possibilities.

All love. Every love. Now it's floating in you.

I see it. I know. I haven't. Smell. Reaching to life.

Searching to love. Happening consciousness. Throbbing. Throbbing.

Throbbing with life. Flowing with light.

Exploding. Expanding. Awareness. Expanding love.

Acceleration expands. So soaring. Higher. Higher. Floating

free. Spiling. Pleasure. It's a division. It's a division. Joy.

Living. Freedom. Of life. Into 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 floating.

A universe with man. Awaken my consciousness. Bring me out of dreams into reality.

Into your reality. Reality. Gently. Easy. Easy. Easy. It's handling them.

Love and joy. I give myself to the world. To love. Love is love. Love happens.

Love can happen. Love will happen. Love is happening. Love is happening.

The lunar eclipse speaks to me. Your light intensity explores my soul. A guru of

light. Teach me love. Enlightenment. Pleasure. Guru. Light. Love. Pleasure. Joy.

Life. Dig it. Dig it. Searching your volunteers. Don't be untied. Enlightenment

is happening now. To know for real. We want to know ourselves. 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 once. Love. Life. Life. Sensation.

A guru of light. A service. Breathing. Skin. Breathing. Pulsating to the

Harmony of the universe. Nature. Pending. Swaying. Letting see outside. Inside.

And discovering magic. Moving. Slowly. Gently. Swaying. Back and forth. Back and

forth. Feel it. Feel the motion. Feel the movement. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Go with it. Move with it. Sway with it. Sway with it. Go up

with it. 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. Inside of you.

It's happening now. It's happening inside of you. Now.

All life. All possibilities. All love. Everyone. Now. Exploding.

Breathing. Siching to love. Throwing. Throwing with life. Exploding. Expanding.

Awareness. Expanding love. Exhalation expands. So soaring. Higher. Higher.

Floating free. Spinal. Pleasure. Let it happen.

And you're tuning with the lowest and highest

forms of life. In tune with life. With all life.

It's happening inside of you. It's happening

inside of you. It's happening inside of you.

All love. Everyone. Now. Exploding.

Slowly. Gently. Sway. Feel it. Feel the motion.

Feel the movement. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Move with it. Move with it. Sway with it.

Sore with it. Go up with it. Let it happen. Move down.

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. It's happening now.

It's moving inside of you. Now. All life.

All possibilities. All love. Every love. Now it's exploding.

Move and whine about them. All things of flesh.

Well and surrender. To the quickened type of their bliss.

Yes, this is the time of their dreaming. An enticing song

of a sense of thrift from wooded afternoons. Beginning

the parade of those willing to follow the ripe old

and wandering secrets of a heavenly, joyful abandon.

Share companionist music from path to path. Maybe not the shadows or shades.

For every dark is as much rainbow to them. Deep drizzles of prison. Colitis of life.

But what is night but a shadow? And its sparkles of eager carnival news.

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 reading the clouds.

Supple shapes of her furious hair. Flossoming pinks of electric dawning.

The spiraling sun, a diminishing vortex. Drowning from pure dust. It rains green. The

lightning strikes where it will. Bends grass and mouths through the flooding river.

Rough tongues meet, staining with delight.

Damped bodies from the seas. To hold the clouds

apart, the lightning sprites where it will. And

trees explode with lovers in their branches.

Light intensity, vibrance. A girl of light.

Teach me love, enlightenment, pleasure. Light, love, pleasure.

Dending the grasses with motions of love. Come lovers, charged with one ecstasy.

The sun begs them warps. Turning their limbs to fire, their

eyes to intimate galaxies. This is the time of their dreaming.

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Check what I'm doing, boys.

Too friggin' much. Too far out. Bell-bottom tangerine-colored hip huggers.

And a head of hair that just won't quit.

An emaciated super-hip sweetheart with a hand that begs for spare change.

And a mouth that mutters words of love, peace, and brotherhood.

Such are the sights and sounds of youth. The Woodstock generation.

The Pepsi generation. The hip subculture.

It is a generation that has produced grassheads,

acid freaks, John Lennon and Charles Manson.

A generation which has boldly dared to reject

the values of generations of forefathers.

Replacing them with nothing more solvent than vague

concepts of that which they blithely call love.

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

often times amount to a potent mixture.

The hippie atmosphere is one in which outlandish

sexual practices are utterly commonplace.

The generation born during the post war being noted. One of the most unusual

in history. The freestyle of living common amongst hippies and long hairs.

Often results in what Dr. Fenimore Pierce of the University of

Northeast Iowa calls the superannuated post-bacto syndrome. The use

of drugs is a means of augmenting the sexual response as in a few

short experimental years. Become what amounts to an actual science.

The young have quickly mastered the various uses of drug sexuality and engage

in these activities with the finesse and style of highly skilled artists.

A mixture of marijuana with wine or other forms of alcohol provide a solid

base from which to begin many of these crack flavors of the human body.

Cocaine is applied carefully to the human sexual glands to achieve an

astounding level of erotic stimulation with a highly increased endurance

span. LSD or acid is often used to culture. Weaving bizarre erotic imagery

and giving this new age of sexual freedom of pulse beat and rhythm.

Drugs allow the aroused listener to actually feel and physically interpret these

daring and innovative musical messages. Offshoots of today's youth-oriented

cultural phenomena have manifested into countless unique social forms.

Young people from all walks of life have banded together forming communes.

In this lifestyle of brotherhood and sharing, they

seek to pave a whole new social structure, liberating

themselves not only sexually, but also spiritually,

economically, and so on. The possibilities are limitless.

Youngs herded together, sharing each other's food, drugs,

or bodies, and their way through life as best as possible.

These crash pads are often populated by hitchhikers,

vagabonds, fugitives from justice, truant

students, and other social misfits who feel the

urge to keep moving, most notably runaway girls.

These young girls, fed up with the strict and

intolerant parental web they've left behind them, fly

from one crash pad to another with wild carefree

abandon and sexual frenzy, never stopping to look back.

If we are to define man as the pleasure-seeking animal, we

need look no further than today's generation of young people.

In fact, so intent are they in their relentless search for pleasure that they

are no longer satisfied with merely those thrills provided by the five senses.

And so they expand those senses for even greater

and greater thrills. Hot, acid, mescaline,

all-promised, strange, mysterious journeys

through the wonders of sexual sensory perception.

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.