Also hit Waterstones, looking for new reading material. Finally scored a copy of Foucault's Pendulum, but they had no Robert Anton Wolson, and none of the Moorcock that I was after. So, that's my inspiration for now.
The high is giving me ideas. Random ontological terrorism, random things that I'm still assimilating, ways to change everythingI want to tear things down and re-start. Politically. Societally. Blow it all up and start afresh. But that's not a new feeling for me. A symptom of the caffeine flowing through my veins.
I need to get a shirt made from this icon.