A brain never touches the world. What arrives is light at an angle. Inside a mushroom journey nothing new comes in. The glass you already carry gets turned. The four turns, the fear at the door, and the one dial that stays yours.
Read MoreA brain never touches the world. What arrives is light at an angle. Inside a mushroom journey nothing new comes in. The glass you already carry gets turned. The four turns, the fear at the door, and the one dial that stays yours.
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