Thursday, July 21, 2005
Remember What The Dormouse Said - Feed Your Head.
The Dormouse, Alice in Wonderland.
Was Lewis Carroll feeding his head?
(Colcam.Image)
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The magic mushroom has now been banned in the UK, and will take it's place along heroin and crack cocaine as a class A drug.
The government are accused of overkill through sheer ignorance, being seen to do something about drugs. A Scottish drugs advice service described the move as "nuts". I rather think PC Plod would be better employed with doing slightly more important things, like stopping guys with rucksacks blowing up tube trains and buses.
Are we to see squads of policemen in the middle of nowhere staking out fields, and chasing hippies around the cow pats?
A logical follow-up to this law by a government intent on telling all of us what is bad for us, and legislating to back up their views, would be a ban on Alice in Wonderland in case it should lead us all down the rocky road to drug addiction, or even enjoying ourselves. Or something to make it illegal to put two and two together in case we all discover that all our politicians live in a power induced fantasy trip of their own.
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The Mongrel used to hand paint these little bronze figures - the dormouse is just over half an inch tall. She used to do them when she was high as a kite - on Nescafe.
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Lewis Carroll was totally feeding his head. And that's a funny-looking caterpillar. It rather looks like a cop.
And speaking of opium-induced hallucinations, believe me - that dream you read was pretty much status quo. I was going to keep a separate blog just for my dreams, but I'm not organized enough to do that, so whenever I post a dream I make sure the word "dream" is in the title. If you go to my archives at diaryland, you can find many many more.
I used to try to just tell my husband about my dreams, but he'd get this face like he'd just eaten a pickle, and make an excuse to leave the room, mumbling something about marrying the spawn of william s burroughs.
Tch, whatever.
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And speaking of opium-induced hallucinations, believe me - that dream you read was pretty much status quo. I was going to keep a separate blog just for my dreams, but I'm not organized enough to do that, so whenever I post a dream I make sure the word "dream" is in the title. If you go to my archives at diaryland, you can find many many more.
I used to try to just tell my husband about my dreams, but he'd get this face like he'd just eaten a pickle, and make an excuse to leave the room, mumbling something about marrying the spawn of william s burroughs.
Tch, whatever.
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