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Lysergic
2 nd Edition
By Krystle A. Cole
1 st Edition © October 2004
2 nd Edition © May 2007
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Disclaimer
Part 1: Lysergic (1 st Edition - Revised)
Chapter 1: First Roll
Chapter 2: Meet L
Chapter 3: Walnut Creek
Chapter 4: A Big Purple Friend
Chapter 5: The Beginnings of an Education
Chapter 6: ALD-52
Chapter 7: Putting Together the Pieces
Chapter 8: Shamanic Colonic
Chapter 9: Another Move
Chapter 10: Telepathy on New Years
Chapter 11: Mescaline
Chapter 12: Tight World
Chapter 13: A New Language
Chapter 14: Is Everyone a Rat?
Chapter 15: Alpha-O
Chapter 16: Stolen Stereo Equipment
Chapter 17: The Blood of Christ
Chapter 18: Transubstantiation
Chapter 19: The Trial
Chapter 20: Foxy
Chapter 21: Retirement Plan B
Chapter 22: At the End of the Rainbow
Part 2: Todd’s Letters from Prison
Chapter 1: Introduction
Chapter 2: The Chemistry Letters
Conclusion
DISCLAIMER
This book is mostly factual; however some parts of this book have been fictionalized to
protect the individuals involved. It is a sad time when spiritual people must hide out of
fear of imprisonment.
Why is this country waging war on itself?
I pray for spirituality to be given the freedom to manifest itself without such a horrifying
struggle. We are losing our brothers and sisters everyday. We are getting beaten down
by the system. We must stop this trend.
We all are one, most of us just have forgotten.
These are merely my views. I am in no way claiming that I know anything other than
what I believe to be true for myself. I realize each person must find their own answers.
In a sense, I am only recounting how my slice of the infinite cosmic pie tastes.
Chapter 1 FIRST ROLL
I was raised in a small Kansas town, which is comparable to being sucked into a
spiritual black hole. I was surrounded by flat, bleak cornfields farmed by similarly flat,
bleak people. They were stuck in a philosophical time-warp that held their minds back in
the dark ages. At a young age my classmates labeled me as a nerd, causing me to never
quite fit in. The first thing that comes to my mind upon reflection is, “Thank God for
being an outcast!!!” However, as a small child, it was extremely difficult to deal with. I
wanted friends to play with at recess instead of kids that behaved hatefully toward me.
By the time I started high school my life hadn’t gotten much better. My peers
were the perfect example of white trash at its worst. The majority of them had already
given birth to a couple of children and dropped out of high school because of it. No
aspirations existed in their minds beyond the next round of incestuous sex, six pack of
beer, and line of meth. I had nothing in common with those people. In fact, this is why
going to college became extremely important to me. I needed to get out of there before I
somehow ended up becoming one of them. So I didn’t waste any time! I dropped out of
high school at fifteen and started going to a nearby community college. Of which, I
graduated before my classmates graduated from high school!
I quickly discovered that life as a college student wasn’t cheap. From the ages of
sixteen to eighteen I worked at Sonic Drive In, as a car hop during the day. At night, I
worked at a group home for the mentally handicapped. Going to college full time and
holding two part time jobs completely wore me out. So by the time I turned eighteen, I
was willing to do anything that could possibly change my life for the better. I desperately
started working as an exotic dancer. I was tired of being poor and knew that dancing
would solve that problem within a few days!
I had long blonde hair, stood five foot eight, and weighed about one hundred and
twenty pounds. The guys at the club loved me. I wore my hair in pigtails and looked like
the innocent country girl next door. The perverts and child molesters were immediately
attracted to me. I remember one client commenting on how perky my breasts were and
that they probably weren’t even developed yet. He drooled over me, knowing he was
getting something fresh. YUCK!
In no time I was able to afford to pay back my student loans, rent my own place,
and buy my first car. This was a necessity because my Dad raised me as a single parent.
He worked in a bakery for $9.00 an hour, so we didn’t have much money for anything.
We were always poor when I was growing up. This wasn’t his fault because he tried his
best, yet is part of the reason stripping was a welcomed solution.
My life was incredibly predictable. I went to school, work, and then back to my
house. I was always alone. Alone and miserable. At night I would sit in my empty
house and think. What was the most important thing in the world? What would make me
the most happy? These were easy questions for me to answer; I needed to be loved.
However, love was not so easy to find with the people I had to choose from! I yearned

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