THAT LSD WAS A BANE TO
ME. Talk about catalysis! A potential killer (two strong arms,
two good legs, the blood lust you're these days not so much born with as
fork fed by meat industry and fast food factories, especially postwar . .
. boom!) takes a needle-eye of this silvery silt and pretty soon he's
riding the camel right into the realm of pacifism and self-satiety! Holy
shit! This was an occasion for serious retaliation. No doubt the
occasion for this agent was cooked up much in advance of the construction
of the placid Swiss labs, somewhere in the beakers on the Bunsen burners
of his shitface sweetness hymnself, Gawd "Happy" McGuillicutty. The
recipe of its reaction was right off a blueprint for my eventual
destruction, cutting to the heart of my deepest
deceits: the foremost being deceit!