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Mystery of Time

Everything you love in your life Your closest friends and family Special places so familiar The most intense sentiments Even that innermost experience You call yourself Slip into the past Never again to be seen or felt Life feels like a sliding slippery stream A stream of time that moves From yesterday until tomorrow Somehow passing through the present Carrying it off to somewhere A place we can never know Life is a mystery Its clues remain undecipherable No matter how hard we try And cling to life’s many things We never can hold or grasp Unto any of them Read more »

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Albert Hofmann in America October 1988

Albert Hofmann in America by Bruce Eisner and Peter Stafford Way back inn October of 1988, Omni Magazine editor-at-large Dick Teresi commissioned Peter Stafford and I to write an article about the visit of Dr. Albert Hofmann to Los Angeles for inaugural ceremonies for a foundation established in his name. Peter and I wrote and submitted the following article which we got paid well for. However, Terasi left the magazine shortly after we submitted the piece and it was never published. Here it is, freshly edited. A gold plaque with the words “Albert Hofmann Foundation” glistening in the afternoon sun on Read more »

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Who Turned on Whom

Who Turned on Whom From Dr. Albert Hofmann to You How Western Civilization Got High Again, One Head at a Time by PETER STAFFORD AND BRUCE EISNER First published in High Times Magazine, OCTOBER 1977 Republished in The High Times Reader, Nation Books, 2004 LSD often turns its users into “instant messiahs” with an urge to turn on friends, relatives, acquaintances, and perfect strangers. Marijuana, too, is a sort of friendship ambassador from the vegetable kingdom, telling us to declare peace on the world. And during the Forties and Fifties, as acid and grass slowly spread (Tom among an enlightened few to Read more »

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A Summer of New Beginnings

A Summer of New Beginnings

This poem was written in the summer of 1987. I managed to recover a bunch of some long misplaced writings on 5 1/4″ floppy disk. Some day if you meet me, I’ll tell you the story.   Here is the poem which I hope you enjoy reading as I did reading it for the second time 24 year later. It is the summer of new beginnings It is the summer of never endings It is the summer of always being It is the summer that I became part of you All my life there was a hole in me Now I am completed Simple Read more »

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