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Gorging on handfuls of dried Peyote cacti and then violently vomiting her guts out for six hours she finally achieved transcendence and found herself afloat on her own private moon, able to control it’s movements with subtle application of thought to various areas of it’s surface while simultaneously utilizing her newly found third eye laser abilities to carve out her own private landscape.

-image by Peter Horvath

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