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- “Hell is all around us,” he whispered into his microcassette recorder, curled in the fetal position in the bedroom closet in the middle of the night, suffering through an intensely nightmarish “bad trip” on magic mushrooms with menacing demonic fractal-pattern hallucinations torturing him for all eternity. “We are powerless in its grip.”
- My Eyes Emit Lightning Flashes | Fiada Fey
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