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	<title>Comments on: How Hallucinogens Ruined My Life, sections I &amp; II</title>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
		<link>http://petersonion.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/how-hallucinogens-ruined-my-life-sections-i-ii/#comment-396</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 18:01:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Peter, this perfectly captures every fleeting memory that I have tried to grasp hold of in my life.  It is as if you have taken my fragmented acid bathed mind and made it a new. When I woke up this morning... I felt like nothing would make me feel in touch again.  Your eloquent words filled me with something I had thought I had lost. Instead, I find my faith in humanity fresh and alive.  Alive like the multi-colored sky after dose after dose.  I cannot begin to write like you do. You inspire me to be better.  To move people like your words moved me.  I thought that no one could capture what I have experienced, or the sorrow I have felt since my inception with lsd.  I once was lost, but now I see again through another. Truly amazing.  Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Peter, this perfectly captures every fleeting memory that I have tried to grasp hold of in my life.  It is as if you have taken my fragmented acid bathed mind and made it a new. When I woke up this morning&#8230; I felt like nothing would make me feel in touch again.  Your eloquent words filled me with something I had thought I had lost. Instead, I find my faith in humanity fresh and alive.  Alive like the multi-colored sky after dose after dose.  I cannot begin to write like you do. You inspire me to be better.  To move people like your words moved me.  I thought that no one could capture what I have experienced, or the sorrow I have felt since my inception with lsd.  I once was lost, but now I see again through another. Truly amazing.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: halvhari</title>
		<link>http://petersonion.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/how-hallucinogens-ruined-my-life-sections-i-ii/#comment-195</link>
		<dc:creator>halvhari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 09:57:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In your blog, the dotted patches of humour make the darkest bits of your writings deeper and immune from bohemienne personal-tragedy myth-making.
This is a rather touching piece to me,  there was this Big Pink Tablet Within Which Unholy Mixtures Dwelled, that altered my inner spaces - 
Chatting up liquid concrete as walls breath and beat, acquantaincing oneself with the asylum-for-a-future you mention: it&#039;s a rather popular mental resort many visit more often than they ought to. God knows how we choose our holidays.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In your blog, the dotted patches of humour make the darkest bits of your writings deeper and immune from bohemienne personal-tragedy myth-making.<br />
This is a rather touching piece to me,  there was this Big Pink Tablet Within Which Unholy Mixtures Dwelled, that altered my inner spaces &#8211;<br />
Chatting up liquid concrete as walls breath and beat, acquantaincing oneself with the asylum-for-a-future you mention: it&#8217;s a rather popular mental resort many visit more often than they ought to. God knows how we choose our holidays.</p>
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		<title>By: Lakota</title>
		<link>http://petersonion.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/how-hallucinogens-ruined-my-life-sections-i-ii/#comment-154</link>
		<dc:creator>Lakota</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:21:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i&#039;ve spent several days Peter, trying to formulate an adequate response to this and just can&#039;t do it justice in words.
It evokes feelings and memories too complex to capture and convey. You have incredible power in your words. Truly. They resound like the deep bass sound of an ancient bell. 

Sorry sweets - iz best i can do - not EVEN gonna keep trying to chase that rainbow of reaction. And wtf with me and alliteration today? ~smooches~</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i&#8217;ve spent several days Peter, trying to formulate an adequate response to this and just can&#8217;t do it justice in words.<br />
It evokes feelings and memories too complex to capture and convey. You have incredible power in your words. Truly. They resound like the deep bass sound of an ancient bell. </p>
<p>Sorry sweets &#8211; iz best i can do &#8211; not EVEN gonna keep trying to chase that rainbow of reaction. And wtf with me and alliteration today? ~smooches~</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://petersonion.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/how-hallucinogens-ruined-my-life-sections-i-ii/#comment-150</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 23:51:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you all, your comments have made this a very happy day. And to read the whole of such a long post!? -- You are too good.

Stay tuned, the following sections are the truly interesting ones.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you all, your comments have made this a very happy day. And to read the whole of such a long post!? &#8212; You are too good.</p>
<p>Stay tuned, the following sections are the truly interesting ones.</p>
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		<title>By: johemmant</title>
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		<dc:creator>johemmant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 06:28:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Astonishingly good. I kept highlighting things to focus on here and then finding another perfect line. In the end this:
&#039;My father’s eyes were two unvarnished knots&#039;
because for me it perfectly captures the poetry in acid. I really, really enjoyed this Peter. Superbly done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Astonishingly good. I kept highlighting things to focus on here and then finding another perfect line. In the end this:<br />
&#8216;My father’s eyes were two unvarnished knots&#8217;<br />
because for me it perfectly captures the poetry in acid. I really, really enjoyed this Peter. Superbly done.</p>
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		<title>By: Paul</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 04:43:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Stunning. Absolutely perfect writing. I am not big on obvious causality but I can say for sure that the drugs have done no damage to your intelligence or to the grace, poise and balance of your prose. There is a clear and distinctive voice behind the immaculate technical skill. This is the kind of writing that can be held up as a template, as an exemplar of the possible in modern prose. Absolutely captivating, leads the mind gently through time, ideas, images, I wish I was a better writer so I could write better comments, that is how good this is.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Stunning. Absolutely perfect writing. I am not big on obvious causality but I can say for sure that the drugs have done no damage to your intelligence or to the grace, poise and balance of your prose. There is a clear and distinctive voice behind the immaculate technical skill. This is the kind of writing that can be held up as a template, as an exemplar of the possible in modern prose. Absolutely captivating, leads the mind gently through time, ideas, images, I wish I was a better writer so I could write better comments, that is how good this is.</p>
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		<title>By: Chairman Meow</title>
		<link>http://petersonion.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/how-hallucinogens-ruined-my-life-sections-i-ii/#comment-135</link>
		<dc:creator>Chairman Meow</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 18:06:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mesmerizing read. . . great post!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mesmerizing read. . . great post!</p>
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