i remember

those little squares of acid with printed pictures of mickey mouse or maybe just a little daub of pink color & when we would take them we would wait & wait & wait for the effect to kick in & when it does if it did we would take an LP like Masters of Reality by black sabbath or Dark Side of the Moon by pink floyd or Damage by black flag & we would listen to the music & see that the colors of the air printed by an overhead lamp or flashlight or cigarette lighter would get all wavy when we inevitably would stop the record player to dare someone to push the disc in the other direction hoping for a message or a sign or a signal in the noise that confirmed our suspicions that the world was more than what it seems & the language of the night was written in the ABCs of the furies of sound & light