William Blake was such a psychedelic fellow. Art is his, words are mine...
RELAPSES FROM REHAB:
With brute naivete, cursing Cupid's aim
And his lazy eye, I had misunderstood
That not Providence, nor man's wired mortal brain
Could find a way to attract me like you could,
And levitate me to reach Paradise
With dulcet notes you use to entice,
And gambol...See more
