Thread spike-protein variant developed, nothing to do with procrastinating trying to whittle 400 tracks down to about 20. None whatsoever
Robert Hunter’s acid overdose on approximately quarter of a million mics is a story. June 1969, multiple Frankensteins dosed the drinks somewhere and Hunter drank his share not knowing the levels and outcomes. Inter dimensional lobsters, Owsleysteins. He was fucked for a few years after, productive and always articulate but highly damaged
“....about the end of consciousness - coming up to that point in fear and trembling I felt moved to comment....it seemed like a viewpoint of psychic exhaustion. I saw it once after overdosing on a quarter million micrograms of acid at the Carousel Ballroom (NOT on purpose) in '69, which effectively marked paid to my acid career. Someone who has crawled naked across the Sahara doesn't spend much time in tanning parlors. Anyway, I'm curious as to how much of it may have been due to the parasite invasion? I believe that place (technically known as Hell) is more of a culdesac of consciousness than an inviolable limit to it”
The concert exists as a soundboard, people fading in and out of the performance, some unable to play at stages. Contrast with a mescaline show from the late 70’s to highlight opposing facets of wonder beyond words
You think this can’t happen?