Minds are living computers. Some people are content to have theirs running the equivalent of Microsoft Excel, a browser window open to cnn.com and a Bonzi Buddy.

We are not those people. Bluntly put, we like to fuck with our brains. Weird, powerful, esoteric psychochemical substances excite us. On our biocomputers, we'd be constantly goofing with the screensavers and the Photoshop filters, or noodling around with audio manipulators. Some of us go even further, running something like psycho-Linux, so that we can configure the innards of the OS itself to match our souls.

Exit Stage Center: this be Psychedelphia, City of Blotterly Love.

http://psychedelphia.tribe.net