Who Am I?


WHO AM I? I'm waiting. . . . Waiting to find that out myself. I placed myself at risk entering into this game from the start, and the rules have gotten looser, the players unseemlier. But I still like the stuff! Ah! the stuff! That lovely lysergic acid diethylamide, which to some is a tongue-twister but dissolves under mine with crystal fluidity. Ay! me 'n' mine! I I me me mine. Make that I 'n' I: we'll walk to the supermarket to get a can of beans and encounter maravillas on the way, getting lost in the faces of soul mates and calendar dates and, ah, love, a tulip that's caught in a tiger trap! Aw! acid! Or . . . as I heard Robert Plant rant: "25! 25! 25!"


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