When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval.
When you have an entire amphitheatre of people laughing that way, it makes you feel so funny and it frees you to go further than you probably would.
At the time, acid made me consider questions of reality, the difference, as someone said, between words and silence. It also brought back a lot of latent religious feelings in me that I had turned my back on.
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