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Our subject at the peak on a ten-strip of fresh, clean sacrament. The synaptic firing creates heat, the inner brain combusts, becoming a dense crucible of metaphor. This is the Eternal Fire that is LSD. Praise Being!
With trembling hands he manages to vaporize a small pile of DMT crystals. He finds this combination precarious - somewhat like the psychology involved in surfing big waves: it could go either way, but you're committed so you just go with it.
Within seconds, from all sides, the plant visions multiply and expand, crowding down upon the central LSD space until they're actually squeezing into its vast nano-web of pores and crevasses. The plants - succulents this time - Echeveria elegans - sing their own forms into being, inflating and blooming like bubbles of watery smoke.