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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,

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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