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By Nick Sun

I didn’t mean to take that much Peyote, but I feel things transpired in such a way to engineer this whole episode happening the way it did, because if I knew that after eating six peyote balls the whole universe was going to break loose on me, cracking my head open like a kinder surprise containing everything and nothing that had ever been, consensus reality collectively breaking down into a pile of weeping diarrhoea forming ever-shifting galaxies of abstract petroglyphs that seemed to contain the source code for the underlying superstructure of the cosmos that were so profound that they brought me to the very edge of madness, I probably would’ve said, ‘Get those fucking things the fuck away from me.’