Gallivanting down old-city streets, Psychedelic Prince Charming arrived on his trusty, enormous, Bufo Alvarius toad. "Whoa, there, Strassman!" he called, dismounting from the toad and giving his entheogenic animal friend a gentle pat on the head.
Busy with work, I glanced briefly over the counter, and was so overwhelmed with the sight I beheld, I nearly ran my fingers through a centrifugal juicer set to high speed: just beyond the window stood a tall, ripped, gorgeous man, clothed only in fig leaves. My third eye quivered.
Psychedelic Prince Charming opened the door, and as he stepped inside, all the other women at the juice bar immediately fainted in a swoon. He silently approached me, bold eyes boring into my soul and glittering like supernovae. One hand clasped a clever lasso spun from sweetgrass; he whipped the lasso across the juice bar without warning, and suddenly my arms were bound.
Intoxicated by the fragrance of the sweetgrass, I failed to complain as he blindfolded me, threw me over his shoulder, and saddled me to the giant toad waiting patiently outside.
"Giddyap, Strassman!" The toad bounded away, and I had no idea where we were going.
Finally, I was dismounted and unblindfolded; I found myself in the most spectacular forest. Sunlight filtered through the arms of ancient trees and made the dragonflies glisten. A stream of water sang a sweet serenade.
I watched with astonishment as Psychedelic Prince Charming revealed a vaporizer, loaded with a single, symmetrical, 100mg crystal of pure, white, n,n-dmt. "I'm very sorry, this one didn't grow quite as large as the others," he confessed with a blush.
He fearlessly melted the crystal, and inhaled all 100mg of vapor in one perfect, single hit. He abruptly learned forward, and shotgunned me 50mg with a sultry french kiss.
We were off...!
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Do daydreams count?
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