My head feels like a frisbee; twice its normal size. Feels like a football and someone's moved the goal posts. Everything is slightly out of joint and weird; disconnected. I had to hold onto the walls.' 'And we noticed that women, especially the hippy ladies, started reacting differently. With your permission their nipples get hard; they start dancing in a whole other kind of way. Catching butterflies in the air. People get goosepimples. They laugh, they cry at the same time. They get horny and holy at the same time- you see them.' 'This one brought me down to my knees. I had to hold onto the wall. My knees shaking, quivering. My head feels like a frisbee.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
