I began writing through this fog of psychedelia perhaps after its peaks. For sure I had entered different realities where no remainder of our plane still stood and it is as real as oak. My seven hour trip left ,e tired but spiritually fresh. 3pm, hardly worth going to bed. So I took the 2nd last to keep me awake till six when I will do the last of our ALL-LAD. It is a real high quality hallucinogen but my Dook has to run ten miles each morning and just cause I got off last night is no excuse. We'll be out, 6am, tripped off our bollocks oor no. Makes little matter so long as we are up and out in the field to see the life before the next