Monkeys
I remember being about 3 or 4 years old when my dad took me to some pet shop. A monkey in a cage almost grabbed my eye before the man working there moved me away. I was in a certain degree of paralysis due to shock, but the man had saved my right eye. The surrealist experience still lives with me today. I see allot of savage animals just reaching out and grabbing. Massachusetts is loaded with them. But just last night I had a Morning Glory Seed flashback from a hit I took 20 years ago. Maybe there is more to this.
I was talking with a Native Indian chief from the Haudenosaunee tribe; he told me that the monkey was actually trying to use my eye to see what I see. As we smoked a peace pipe of fine American tobacco, I saw shapes of animals that resembled monkeys and crows. Looking from these shapes I saw myself as a person with a degree of economic independence, but with minor social influence. An exploited middle class American with certain selfishness was sitting there.
I loved this power so I stole the peace pipe and smoked it in the local Starbucks to view the cliental. I saw people of similar qualities but with a degree of guilt for what they had achieved. They believed they were not selfish in anyway. They believed in a socialistic system, but they were the cream of the crop of some bizarre political system. These people are the boisterous minority that seems to have major control over the USA. People with good intentions living in a controlled environment.
The police escorted me out, but I was happy to return the peace pipe this morning.
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