...whats to be said that aint been blab'd by every cat thats ever been hep to this biskit...one o' th' upmost greatest wax that came down th' pike in th' hippee summers o' yore or any other season in any year...no und'rground pad was complete without this blastin away while cats watched th' room melt 'n mold in differin patterns o' reality...th' lyrix 're some well thought provokin 'n poetic that none o' their contemp'raries came near...