Subject: My first trip Red Roses, Red Roses, Red Roses. They pricked my finger and their poison got into me system. !8hrs. of pure fun. Didn't know what was going on but then again I didn't give a shit. I've got a poem to show you what I mean: "The Long and Winding Trip" sitting down on a mountain high shootin up to see the sky watching all the birds fly by you can see everything when your high colors of no immagination all things of variation everything is one fixation with the sky you have a relation lasts for only thirteen hours you seek out unknow powers thoughts and feelings- showers and showers prettiest things look like flowers trip has gone from sweet to bad everything you see suddenly clad can't come out, your going mad a peaceful state is what you had. LSD has become the world to me. Thank you for letting me share my poetry. Time to drop my hits, I have 3. Will I have more, lets wait and see. Thanx a lot. Nico Blue, says "high"