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best thing to do is just hold it under your tongue, count to ten, and then carry on – forget all about it – and get on with everything

maybe fuck all will happen, maybe you will have that moment, this is what that moment sounded like for me. i always thought you don’t choose acid; somehow it turns up at the right times and says it wants you

before any of that foolishment, before i found out what it was for, there was music. and you can do whatever you wanna do – but i’m a cunt about it because music wasn’t anything. you can’t prepare yourself for music when it hits you at the right time. you can’t dissect a moment when it’s blessed with solid timing

i needed to talk to paul [personal hero] and it were different back then. he just put on a voice like he does and he went “welcomme to india my friend”

didn’t notice it at first, probably because the entire album just sounded like they were getting tuned up to do this little seventeen minute number

there are things my mind can do now that are so strong, i am not always clever enough to stop them. but i wouldn’t be who i am without that … yeah it was always there, just it unlocked and exploded into the rest of my brain so that what ever happens i can see / feel / invoke / perceive / conjure anything i want

then and there, this tune was the transition from holding back a lot denial prejudice fear doubt ego – to an awakening that turned out to be a game changer that stayed with me for the rest of my life

something that had been manipulated / tricked / permanently gas lighted into my brain since i was 12 years old that i had been unable to fight against because i was too young to know what even now is still a part of me – there was finally a balancing force of good in me, that one voice … the common people they quietly admired the primal rallying cry; that despite how much i was converted and controlled, would not yield

when you’re strong anywhere in your life, if that’s what is important to you – then you’re strong enough. i had a lot of heroes, but they weren’t saving kitties from tall trees or patching up those proud pissed up people in A&E from thursday afternoon to monday morning. they were men, who had stories to tell. from times lived with them, i had much respect to give. they didn’t need to preach to me about how i’m supposed to live … there was just you know the score while you’re finished being alive

most of those people were as self destructive and west in the head like me. but back then, that day, this tune … i remember flying over and through the sky, jungles and rain forests canopies going past really fast under me while i fly … gorillas and tigers and shit were leaping from the tree tops trying to reach out to grab me out of the air while i went everywhere flying on by

but then this raw power which came to being in the 17 minutes means i can have those people, or anyone, anytime i want. are they really talking to me? if science and proof is important to you, i shouldn’t have thought so. but however it’s meant to work if that nothing forever is just because we somehow transition out of one mortality quite possibly into the next

it’s not always forthcoming in ways, like i will want a person – doesn’t have to be dead, could be fictional instead – and just have a feeling, an head change. what i wanted comes from finding out what the nature of that is all about

times of weakness and an unpreventable method of neural deterioration that is starting to progress more consistently, efficiently; deliberately – yeah it’s getting to me. but so what? look at all these other things i’ve got. given to me by so many fantastically beautiful people – i never said that’s someone you’re not. in fact … a little birdie told me about you, quite a lot. with the same kind of eyes that glow green when those shades come off and the place is feeling kind of hot

but i’ll probably get zipped up tomorrow. or apprehended, or set up or shot. disappointment never comes anymore the old fashioned way, personally hand delivered by my good self. sometimes it fucking should still, and then for a minute i’ve just forgot. oh … whatt!!

radiohead are important in all of this somehow. i used to burn CDs for paul so he could get the stereo player for special music. but that’s part of a long and complicated, detailed story you just couldn’t possibly understand