May you be alive at the end of the world

That last moment will be like the crack of dawn; filled with promise but also foreboding as no-one knows what will be happening.

All I hope for is a gentle let down...

And that me undies aren't on too tight; don't want no scrotum stick as I'm pondering eternity!

Terence - he ain't nothin but a zombie-brained drug guzzlin hippy. He dern't know nothin 'bout nothin. I reckon if'n my name was "Terence" 'n a bunch of good 'ol boys is whompin the tar outa me makin me bleed through my eye-sockets 'n earholes fer having a queer-sissy name, I might turn to drugs like this here sad sack did.....................On a second ponder, nope, not drugs, JESUS!

'ol Terence shoulda turned to God, and forsaken that Devil-Dust. But, Terence - he ain't strong. He's a weaklin. His paps shoulda kicked the tar out of 'em....well, dern't his paps run off with some whore 'er whatnot?

We're all just passing through, boys. just passing through. Trick is not to leave a mess behind

I sure i'll be leaving a mess! The thought of death makes me shit my pants!

Well death is definitely the BIg Sleep that no amount of caffeine will postpone. But don't be scared, we just return to the star dust that made us in the first place.

For the likes of you hippy freaks death is going to be an eye opener.

CAUSE YOU ARE ALL HEADED STRAIGHT TO HELL!

Hell is other people

Padre finally git somethin right. Some of y'all is gettin His Word. Y'all aught ta ponder on this: Why do God want ta be 'round the likes of YOU? Tain't like he dern't have no choice in the matter.

And the good Padre's words are applicable to you as well you sister fuckin heathen!

Now go and get me a dram of some good irish whiskey ya dixie lovin' dog.

Jesus, if for real, was nothing but hippy. Every second or third word Love or Peace.

Chocolate Jesus, crucified Easter Bunny, death cult!

My brother was already living in Berkeley at the time, going to school, and I had my first LSD experience that summer. There were many drugs around and a lot of experimentation but the one that emerged as significant for us was DMT. It was rare even then, but for some reason it crossed our paths and we agreed it was the quintessential psychedelic. It only lasts maybe twenty minutes but it's a full-on psychedelic experience, very intense, and really like a completely different reality.

When you take DMT in the smokable form you can hear something. It's very hard to characterize it. Some people say it's like tinkling bells, some people say it's like crumpling cellophane, some people say it's more of an electronic buzz inside your head; but you can definitely hear something. We found that if you listen, you can actually imitate the sound with your voice. At a certain stage you find you lock onto this tone and it starts pouring out of you. It's like you can't stop really, like your mouth goes wider than it should be able to and your tongue sticks out and this ululating howl comes out.


An interview with Dennis McKenna (Terence's brother)
[url]http://www.realitysandwich.com/interview_dennis_mckenna[/url]

Dennis McKenna received his Master's degree in botany at the University of Hawaii in 1979. He received his Doctorate in Botanical Sciences in 1984 from the University of British Columbia, where he wrote a dissertation entitled Monoamine oxidase inhibitors in Amazonian hallucinogenic plants: ethnobotanical, phytochemical, and pharmacological investigations.

Systems, scientific and philosophic, come and go. Each method of limited understanding is at length exhausted. In its prime each system is a triumphant success: in its decay it is an obstructive nuisance.

Terence came up next:

What a nest of heathen fuckwits!

You hippy scum will be pot boiled in the fires of hell for all eternity unless you repent your ways now and get down on your knees and beg forgiveness from your nearest Roman Catholic priest.

We'll be on our knees begging please to your most holy-o sisters but never to you, you closeted butt -fucking poof Padre.

Y'all need ta pray. Git on yer knees 'n beg the Lord Jesus Christ fer some real genuwine forgivenes. Pray like thar Devil's fix'n ta run a cheap rusty knife from yer asshole up ta yer rib cage. Why? WHY??? Cuz yer jest an ant's piss away from eternal damnation.

Nonsense you hillbilly dim wit. There is no god, no jesus, no devil, no 'after life' We are here alone and doomed to die a miserable and painful death.

So your praying and worshiping is just a complete waste of time my good man. In fact it is actively making you dumber than you are, and by golly that is dumb enough!

I ain't dumb. I'm saved! Dern't know ware I go 'tware my bones git back ta God's earth, but it ain't ware you is goin. Nosiree - I'm gonna be in a peaceful place with the Lord. God Bless.

Merry Christmas.