If the doors of perception were cleansed...

...everything would appear to man as it is. Infinite.

Daniel Pinchbeck, vaunted member of the hallucinogenic pantheon (Leary, Kesey, Hofmann, et al), reading from his book "2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl." Given recent experiences, a guy like this should be my mortal enemy, but how can I hate this lovable fuck? Once those ol' gilded doors open, they can't be shut entirely. not by anyone or anything.


epilogue
"You haven't made it in New York until you've vomitted out of a cab and you've fucked Daniel Pinchbeck." - Some chick in an interview whose name will go unremembered. Welcome to Bat Country