to eat poison ivy.
First, however, they shared. John and Leona and Jennie each popped two caps. Jake took four. They sat cross-legged, staring at one another, swooning as the acid pulled them into interior mindways and opened vistas into their own Ids where they acted out their most depraved fantasies, into their superegos where they acted out their most idealistic dreams. Leona was already unbuttoning her blouse, freeing herself from the encumbering clothes, struggling with the zipper on her jeans. John and Jennie clung to each other, swaying
And Jake set about taking the rest of the capsules
He went deeper
Felt the tugging and pulling of the minute things of the world, the rides of the air
Down
In
The grain in the wooden floor throbbed about him like a river, coursing at the edges of the Persian rug, burbling, splashing, rushing madly around and around the island of patterns. Then the weave of the carpet itself was sweeping up at him, swallowing him, chewing at him with teeth that were really pictures of men and horses and elephants and palaces and magic carpets. Leona had stretched out naked upon the rug and was writhing out her own fantasies. Her body became a tossing ship, her breasts the mast platforms, her flying hair the sails whipped by the wind
He popped two more capsules.
Two more
Three more
Two more
Visions exploded around him.
He was a pit at the center of a fruit.
The pit erupted in flames
In time, the visions faded and he reached a place of great tranquility. Suddenly the tossing of the carpet and the surging of the grain in the floorboards ceased. The others sat about, wrapped in their own arms and lost in the alleyways of their own Ids and egos, their own desires and their private dreams. Yet there was nothing for him, no dreams of orgies, no dreams of great heroism. Just tranquility. It was as if he had passed through the wall of a mighty storm and had now reached the other side where tranquility was as perfect as it had been before he had taken the first red cap. So was this all that a massive dose of PBT would do? No No No, he had not passed through the wall of the storm He had only reached the eye of the hurricane. Again, things began to happen
To the left where the walls joined in the corner of the room, the walls no longer joined. There was an immense crack running from ceiling to floor, a crack that widened even as he watched until there was a four-foot gap between the partitions. Still the roof did not sag and the floor did not give way. And, beyond, there was not a scene of the city as he might have expected there would be. Instead, there was a field of rich green grass backed by mountains tall and purple, the mountains ringed with dark forests. And grazing in this field were
He blinked his eyes.
The crack and the field remained
He stood, swaying, and approached the crack in the wall, staring through. Unicorns were grazing in the field. No No, not exactly unicorns either. These were more like one-horned cows than one-horned horses. They were bulkier than horses, bulkier -certainly-than any unicorn, though they were still more slender and graceful than cows. They turned from their munching to study him. Suddenly one of them started and took flight. The others followed it mindlessly. Yes, they could run much faster and much more gracefully than cows. They loped, their broad shoulders plunging them on, on, on toward the trees and the mountains. When they had receded into dots again and, apparently, could not see him, they stopped and resumed their grazing.
He turned from the scene beyond and examined the crack in the wall. The edges were perfectly smooth. It was not really a crack so much as a slice taken out of the corner of the room, as if some giant had slit the walls and carried off the
First, however, they shared. John and Leona and Jennie each popped two caps. Jake took four. They sat cross-legged, staring at one another, swooning as the acid pulled them into interior mindways and opened vistas into their own Ids where they acted out their most depraved fantasies, into their superegos where they acted out their most idealistic dreams. Leona was already unbuttoning her blouse, freeing herself from the encumbering clothes, struggling with the zipper on her jeans. John and Jennie clung to each other, swaying
And Jake set about taking the rest of the capsules
He went deeper
Felt the tugging and pulling of the minute things of the world, the rides of the air
Down
In
The grain in the wooden floor throbbed about him like a river, coursing at the edges of the Persian rug, burbling, splashing, rushing madly around and around the island of patterns. Then the weave of the carpet itself was sweeping up at him, swallowing him, chewing at him with teeth that were really pictures of men and horses and elephants and palaces and magic carpets. Leona had stretched out naked upon the rug and was writhing out her own fantasies. Her body became a tossing ship, her breasts the mast platforms, her flying hair the sails whipped by the wind
He popped two more capsules.
Two more
Three more
Two more
Visions exploded around him.
He was a pit at the center of a fruit.
The pit erupted in flames
In time, the visions faded and he reached a place of great tranquility. Suddenly the tossing of the carpet and the surging of the grain in the floorboards ceased. The others sat about, wrapped in their own arms and lost in the alleyways of their own Ids and egos, their own desires and their private dreams. Yet there was nothing for him, no dreams of orgies, no dreams of great heroism. Just tranquility. It was as if he had passed through the wall of a mighty storm and had now reached the other side where tranquility was as perfect as it had been before he had taken the first red cap. So was this all that a massive dose of PBT would do? No No No, he had not passed through the wall of the storm He had only reached the eye of the hurricane. Again, things began to happen
To the left where the walls joined in the corner of the room, the walls no longer joined. There was an immense crack running from ceiling to floor, a crack that widened even as he watched until there was a four-foot gap between the partitions. Still the roof did not sag and the floor did not give way. And, beyond, there was not a scene of the city as he might have expected there would be. Instead, there was a field of rich green grass backed by mountains tall and purple, the mountains ringed with dark forests. And grazing in this field were
He blinked his eyes.
The crack and the field remained
He stood, swaying, and approached the crack in the wall, staring through. Unicorns were grazing in the field. No No, not exactly unicorns either. These were more like one-horned cows than one-horned horses. They were bulkier than horses, bulkier -certainly-than any unicorn, though they were still more slender and graceful than cows. They turned from their munching to study him. Suddenly one of them started and took flight. The others followed it mindlessly. Yes, they could run much faster and much more gracefully than cows. They loped, their broad shoulders plunging them on, on, on toward the trees and the mountains. When they had receded into dots again and, apparently, could not see him, they stopped and resumed their grazing.
He turned from the scene beyond and examined the crack in the wall. The edges were perfectly smooth. It was not really a crack so much as a slice taken out of the corner of the room, as if some giant had slit the walls and carried off the
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