Every time I do a lot of drugs, my mind goes a mile a minute. I think about so much in that little span of time, even while completely immersed in conversation or activity, that to write about it after the fact would be completely and utterly pointless. Every time I’ve done mushrooms, I’ve wanted a word processor or notepad or cassette recorder
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