i learned something this week, and it kinda cemented something that has been whirling around my brain, which i'll tie in with this book by martin lee and bruce shlain titled acid dreams. so far it has

my lungs are straining to open and close. i'm barely breathing. sweat is dripping off my nose, creating little mud puddles on the dusty hardwood floors, and the odd moon's glow is peeking at me from behind