Albert Hoffman, Father of LSD, Dies at age 102

traveling magically and non-habit-forming, deforming the consciousness and culture with perfected reality torture. ripping away the veil and tripping as we all inhale a cloud of burnt up dreams (a phoneix nest of if and next)

ashes to ashes father hoffman, the one that sired psychedalia in my teenage mind, allowed me to hate myself lovingly and laugh at the joke the universe constantly tells. i wonder if perhaps you've taken the eternal trip, truly tasted the godflesh, imploded in some elegant singularity.

perhaps, perhaps you now know the dreams of the sleep of death.

regardless, you were something else and a wealthy soul, full of knowledge and chaos and questions that nobody knew existed. Father Hoffman, you mixed up visions to show the body a prison and the heady minds rage on in your wake.