Contesting the monotony of your suburban routine by engaging in acts of
staged ecstasy. Chasing your nostalgic notions of a youth in which you
rebelled against the very conventions that now shape your existence.
Reproducing the cliché signifiers of a long lost counter-culture by
dropping acid and pretending to enjoy the seedy pleasures of your
basement orgy while your kids play hide-and-seek in the backyard.
Pushing and shoving until one drowns in a pool of liquid light. Marvel at
the sight of her angelic translucency. Your remaining sense responsibility
silenced by a chemical vision of epiphany