Shrooms are full of shit. That’s the whole story. Grown in shit, it’s their essence: they try to humble you in these ways that bring you down to their level.

DMT is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the fuckin’ truth. And it’s in us. It’s in us all, naturally. Every living organism. No wonder they call it the spirit molecule.

Alphas, like Scarface, can be drug dealers, but it’s still a little grimy.

A lighter head can help lift a heavy heart.

Mescaline is good. Mescaline is progress.

Pharmacies are mostly about pimping out man-made shit. Right? Right? Synthetics. There’s the stuff that saves lives, the marvels of Western medicine, beautiful benchmarks of man’s achievement and progress—penicillin and insulin and vaccines and whatnot—but more than that really there are a lot of drugs sold just to make a buck.

People become numb on benzos: expressionless. Shells of themselves.

Write on adderall, edit on adderall.

Shrooms giveth and taketh away.