The next day I was at the Fantasy Festival Magic Mountain concert.
Jefferson Airplane had just begun their set. I was tripping on two hits of a special blend of acid we got on this commune run by a fascinating man named Charlie. We were offered to become apart of this close knit family, but I was not one to settle down. I think that's partly why I loved being in that lucid acid State of numbness. I always felt like I could fly.
So right in the middle of their song "white rabbit," he approached me through colored rainbows in lava lamp lit skies as if he came to life from a blacklight poster. I'll never forget the first thing he ever said to me as he grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. "What's your zodiac sign child?" We must have stood in silence for a few minutes. Well with the background music of Jefferson Airplane. I felt like I was in a balloon alone with this mysterious man floating on the musical waves of a psychedelic trans. Then he asked me "If I could guess your zodiac sign, will you spend this day and evening with me?" As if I was in a trance I quickly replied "yes I will!" Then he said "your zodiac is Scorpio," and grabbed my hand in one swift motion with our eyes locked on each others. I felt the tingling going down my spine and this sensation through my fingers. A feeling I would only ever feel with him. A feeling I could never let go of or resist.
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Whats your Zodiac?
HorrorFanfic of the Zodiac Killer. Mixing fiction and nonfiction. Facts and reality. This begins in The Summer of Love in 1967, as if the Zodiacs mistress wrote it. From my mind through her eyes.
