Random Hawkwind Spot
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Tue Oct 5 20:42:11 EDT 2010
(et cetera and in case that gets knocked off the first page)
Every seven years, fields of Devon were swamped with liberty caps.
Even the cows were walking around with a smile on their faces. A
friend prepared a brew of cider and probably a few thousand of them.
One glug sent me on probably the most powerful psychedelic experience
of my life, right back to the time of the druids, a foam of giant
shining energy bubbles swirling down the valley, the music of spheres
soaring from the nuclear furnace of the stereo as each chord of Dave
Brock's guitar set the multihued flowers of the wallpaper dancing in
step (normally there were no flowers on the wallpaper!).
September 20th 1978 it was. 2013 should be the next bumper crop.
... Just having bought a carton of mushrooms at the supermarket for
$2.79 because I'm simply hungry, I know more than I'd have ever hated
to know about identifying psilocybin cubensis or red fly agaric in the
most hermetical artificially controlled conditions ever imagined by
For lack of a better word; not something to brag about how much SWIM
can yell in regards to "psilocybin cubensis" and "red fly agaric" and
all you ever wanted to know about these strange life forms growing in
On Tue, Oct 5, 2010 at 7:24 AM, Edmund Clout <e_clout at hotmail.com> wrote:
> Spotted the 9th comment in this article about Mushrooms:
> Round here we're swamped with Liberty Caps most years. Just got a few thousand the other day, one of those seredipitous occasions where you realise you've not looked up for two hours and have zig zagged over miles of hillside. Fortunately the dog was good and hadn't gone off chasing sheep in the meantime!
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