The Emperor Wears No Clothes

In those days of psychedelic use, i nobody was calling lsd or silis ibon a healing medicine that i i was around. Invariably, i would feel like i would have a death trip. And because of that, any time i took a psychadalic, inevitably, i would think i was going to die. I'd see skeletons in the walls, skulls undulating in the waving breathing walls. Or i'd be hovering above a cemetery, watching as my parents put my coffin into the ground. All these various extinction fantasies would come over me. So then what would happen? As you know, of course, the thing would amplify. The resistance would produce some kind of