A Poem About Dying Reflections of a born-again biker Texas resident bug. Hanging 47 inches above the humid tarmac of Interstate Twenty, On May Day 2013. Do you see different colours? In the 17 microseconds it took for your brain to emerge through your compound eyes, Could you still see the lutescence guts? Did you […]
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If you’re an experienced psychonaut who enjoys getting around the outside of a pscyh-ward hero dose of lysergic acid diethylamide and gate crashing funerals, it might not really matter to you when you’re peaking, but for most transatlantic passengers, planning the timing of your trip in synchronicity with that of the Boeing 777 might make
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When I was a little girl, as my uncle is fond of saying, I went to a public school in Quorn. And when I say public I mean state school. Public school in England is the expensive type you pay for. So I went to a free school, conveniently located a few minutes walk from
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