Surrealism to me is reality. Psychedelic vision is reality to me and always was.
The dream is over. I gotta get down to reality. The good old days is garbage.
Love is all, love is new, love is all, love is you.
Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.
Sometimes you wonder, I mean really wonder. I know we make our own reality, and we always have a choice, but how much is preordained? Is there always a fork in the road, and are there two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -- there's a chance, and it's very strange sometimes.
But for me at any rate it was all part of dissolving the God trip or father-figure trip. Facing up to reality instead of always looking for some kind of heaven.
Nothing is real.
I found I was having continually to please the sort of people I'd always hated when I was a child. This began to bring me back to reality.
