Cocaine is God’s way of saying you’re making too much money.
Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.
Unlimited goodwill. Suspension of the compulsive anxiety complex. The beautiful “character” unfolds. All of those present become comically iridescent. At the same time one is pervaded by their aura.
Reality is a crutch for people who can’t cope with drugs.
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
Drugs have taught an entire generation of American kids the metric system.
All drugs of any interest to any moderately intelligent person in America are now illegal.
I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.