Contesting the monotony of your suburban routine by engaging in acts of staged ecstasy. Chasing your nostalgic notions of a youth in which you rebelled against the very conventions that now shape your existence. Reproducing the cliché signifiers of a long lost counter-culture by dropping acid and pretending to enjoy the seedy pleasures of your basement orgy while your kids play hide-and-seek in the backyard. Pushing and shoving until one drowns in a pool of liquid light. Marvel at the sight of her angelic translucency. Your remaining sense responsibility silenced by a chemical vision of epiphany