Lysergically Yours

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LYSERGICALLY YOURS (Free E-Book)
by Frank Duff
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For Boot
And with thanks to:
Courtney Lake, Nyala Ali, Jordan Powley, Kris Mofukn Hill, Adam

Lonero, Max Meyer, Robert Hopewell, Pat and Howard McCourt, all
the K5ers and everyone else without whom this book would never have
existed.
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Ten hits of acid in my veins, orbiting tacitly my brain, preparing ere
they take the plunge, despairing there for thoughts expunged, but never
ones to needless linger, and knowing well the hapless bringer, of these
events upon himself, they wasted moments not in stealth, and those
sacred halls did enter, driving straight toward the centre, where Reason
met in consultation, with others of important station-- included at this
fine reception, were Poise, Discretion and Perception, and others who
would be confused, to find soon their persons disabused, of the quaint
outdated notion, that real earth and real ocean, existed ever on their
own, without a mind to call their home.
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-=one=-
They occupied most of their time with a card game called Bop Ngo, or
something similar. A scandalous event had occurred when Johnny tried
to actually pronounce the name of the game once. Every one of his
captors immediately tried to correct him and to explain the proper
pronunciation. They succeeded in communicating exactly nothing, until
Thoc had the brilliant idea of writing the word out for Johnny. This
enabled him to immediately identify it as one of
the-words-with-lots-of-circles. This had the secondary benefit of
simultaneously eliminating it from his only other category for Korean
words, being: the-words-with-not-so-many-circles.
The method of play of this game apparently consisted largely of putting
down unimportant cards to lull your opponents into a false sense of
security. Then suddenly someone would lay down a card belonging to a
special subset for which the rules of the game demanded that all players
immediately start yelling and gesticulating as loudly and frantically as
possible. The fracas would escalate to near jumbo-jet-landing

magnitude until suddenly all players would pull out their cell phones
and continue to squawk loudly into the phones which would then
register on their clamour-o-meters (a feature apparently present in all
Korean cell phones) which player had contributed most powerfully to
the pandemonium, that player then receiving one point and play
continuing. Johnny had tried at one point to determine exactly which
cards belonged to this special category. His most successful theory had
been the short-lived but glorious
'odd-numbered-red-cards-higher-than-six theory'. It was however
contradicted three days after its conception by a controversial seven of
squids play (squids being a green suit).
There were very few allowable interruptions to Bop Ngo. The most
common being shift change. There would be a jangling of keys and a
click-clack of the door being unbolted from outside. Then two men
would enter fully rested or, more often, hungover and two others would
leave. Truth be told though, this rarely interrupted the game for more
than a moment; the new arrivals often simply picking up the discarded
hands of their predecessors and continuing from where the game had
left off. Generally, the only other thing that superseded Bop Ngo was
food; four generous meals a day.
There were no cards being played just then however, and for neither of
those reasons; there were gunshots outside. From the sounds of things,
there would very shortly be gunshots inside. Johnny looked around for
a place to hide or, failing that, something to be used as a weapon. Not
surprisingly, considering he was in a cell, there was little in the way of
either to be found. It's come to this then, he thought, digging into his
pocket. When his captors had searched Johnny they had failed to notice
the concealed second pocket inside the right hip pocket of his pants.
The fact that they had searched him as one would search for weapons
rather than for drugs was a sure sign that they had no idea why it was
that there was such a huge price on Johnny's head. To be fair, Johnny
wasn't exactly sure himself. He had sewn the pocket there himself in
order to secret away his acid in the case of being hassled by the