McKenna/History Ends In Green

If you sit down with a person, or a watermelon for that matter, when you're stoned and sing into it, the quality of the hallucination is such that there is a way of thinking about it where you could say, "this is an acoustical hologram of the interior of their body."

I don't say that.

I just say, "my goodness isn't it strange that I seem to be able to see inside of the watermelon when I'm doing this."

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