As usual at their parties, no
alcohol would be served. None of Deirdre's friends used it, preferring the
less-harmful stimulus of marijuana. A few of them, Deirdre included, planned to
turn on with LSD cubes soon after the party got going. Malcolm hadn't taken a
trip yet, though Deirdre kept urging him to. He told her (and himself) that he
didn't feel ready to plunge into such an awesome experience yet. But they both
knew that he was simply shit scared of going under the powerful psychedelic.
"Is it going to be
published?" Malcolm heard himself ask.
The girl glanced at him, puzzled.
"Hell, no, why would he want to publish it? He'll
probably have a few copies made for friends. Who wants to put great stuff like
that on the market for the squares to read?" She laughed. "Oh, I see!
You were just kidding! Sorry, it's the hash - for a minute there I thought you
were serious".
"I was", Malcolm said.
Shut up, the voice inside told him. Don't make a cunt of yourself. But
something forced him to go on. "If it's as good as you say, why keep it to
yourself? You sound like a bunch of anal-erotics if you ask me."
Generic porn novel from 1969, set on the beatnik / 'Arts' scene
Generic porn novel from 1969, set on the beatnik / 'Arts' scene
First of all, thanks for all the excelent work you been doing; and second to let you know that the link is repeated from the above.
ReplyDeletethanks Anon, I put the Warhol factory epub link here by mistake, have fixed it now
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