It’s a drippy, chilly, achy Monday and I didn’t go back to New York last night. So far I haven’t attached any emotional meanings to that fact. Here I am now– sitting at this table that I’ve sat at so many mornings– smoking DMT (supposedly) and drinking black coffee– naked, wrapped in Margie’s green bedspread.
October 16th, 1972
October 16th, 1972
October 16th, 1972
It’s a drippy, chilly, achy Monday and I didn’t go back to New York last night. So far I haven’t attached any emotional meanings to that fact. Here I am now– sitting at this table that I’ve sat at so many mornings– smoking DMT (supposedly) and drinking black coffee– naked, wrapped in Margie’s green bedspread.