Lay Down & Get Lost by Nikola Pepera (@acidberet ) is out right now east, west, north, south, and all horizons in between.
Lay Down & Get Lost is a psychedelic collection of poems and illustrations. Take in the characters who smell of sage and sin. Join us among the chaparral, but be sure to unpack your mind and don your acid beret.
The Powder Rooms of Babylon smell of forbidden nag champa. Possessively Jealous Dwarves out to destroy me with black magik, Miss marmalade Birdie living with psychedelic prostitutes on the River Seine, wayward Hare Krishnas, tree moss smoking hippy girls, the ghost of David Crosby eating asparagus and Reincarnating into a cat who eats mustaches. Hemlock Champagne Toasts, Circus Freak Love Triangles, Marc Bolans Walnut Tree is where I need you to bury me , Monterey Pop Mothers in Seance Dresses, Red Unicorns kept as love slaves, & Charlie Chaplins secret addiction to Laced Lemonade. The Scent of No More Bad Juju Oil is on your neck. A Harlequins revenge dress is the it girl fashion. Let us taste the lips of psychomagik, they won’t forget to kiss you back. It’s 1968 and you’ve found my face In your turquoise lace diary.
A Witch named Lolita is stalking you. Her plastic red heart sunglasses melt in the Hollywood Smog. And now you see her eyes are hysterically Red from all that tree moss smoke. Come Lay With Me, In The Red Mushrooms On Charlie Chaplins Lawn At Patio Del Moro. Come Lay Down & Get Lost…………
Gregg. It was 2010. When you came into my life. You showed me that I was more than just something to be hidden as a musician. This is how I will always remember you Gregg . Your pure essence. You were the first man I could talk to about music without feeling like you were making me into some groupie you actually saw me as a true rock musician. And the respect that you gave me meant the world to me more than you’ll ever fathom. . It was 2010. We bonded over our mutual love of space man 3. I was recovering from a traumatic brain injury from the hands of a jealous and possessive EX -boyfriend that I had broken Up with who had it out for me and wanted to destroy me as a musician. And he actually was able to send me into reclusion. You were one of the only men who I could talk to at this time. You encouraged my natural love of meditation and pranayama. You encouraged me to seek healing with sound baths. You were there for me and you called me SIS . When my own family had nothing to do with me because they have been lost to they’d own addictions. And you never turn yr back on me. Your death has been hard for me to accept . I always saw you as someone who had natural grace and could rise above oppression . God you s beautiful person and you’re the same age that my dad was when he died. 54. Im losing the plot a bit right j but hey i writing this off the cuff. You meant a lot to me . You. More than tbNite could ever know . What a true souls and you’ll see all the memories of man that we all love. You. God all accounts look and many people you have touched we are all missing you terribly already. Sweet dreams Gregg we will always remember you. By , All I had to as my demos. Recorded in tascam in my kitchen. But you listened. And you encouraged me. You told me I was more than just something to be jealous and possessive of or objectified & not seen truly. You still encouraged me. And you called me SIS. God you are such a beautiful and selfless individual . we all see that you were that to so many ,but now you are gone from this earthly plane ♥️.WE ALL LOVE YOU .
Gregg 🌹
