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

your head is on backwards mate. you might wanna fix it.

god bless puppeteering.
god bless hallucinogens.
god bless MIDI.
god bless 1972.
god bless sid krofft references.
god bless boy-cut panties.
god bless stop motion animation.
god bless sleepless nights.
god bless suroosh and shane.
god bless don calhoun.
god bless death from above 1979.
god bless nymphomania.
god bless america, and no one else.
god bless trixie and the tree trunks.
and god bless VICE TV.