Spencer
Glandeuse Pinéale
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My friends and I where sitting on the back steps of my house. With a bowl each of DMT and Homespice, we blazed. As I succumbed to the drug I reminded myself not to fight it... Just give in... No controlling it anyway. As I exhaled lengthfully and stared up at the great hunter Orion hanging in the sky with his arrow always knocked, the stars took to dancing, clashing, coming to and fro, shining ever so brightly. I stared more intently at the moon that night than I ever have in my life.
