Literature
DMT PSYCHEDELIC EXPERIENCE
Link to the song 🙏
Foreword
I was never a fan of Linkin Park, truly. I knew a song or two, vaguely, in passing. But that night, it was as if someone had loved me exactly as I needed to be loved. [EMOTE]
[DEVIATION]
Late August, on the threshold of night. Summer lingers, suspended in a stillness almost too quiet, as if the universe itself were holding its breath. The crickets, tireless scribes, scratch the air with their sharp stridulations, carving notches into the silence. I am there, on my mother's balcony—a trivial place, stripped of any sacred aura. Yet, a premonition runs through me, a taste of a tipping point, acrid and sweet, like the foretaste of vertigo.
I had touched DMT before, out of curiosity, out of defiance, but always held back by a timid caution, a step away from the abyss. Tonight is different. The changa rests in my palm, a vegetal offering, a promise of a veil to be torn. A wooden pipe, a windproof lighter, a playlist left to chance. No calculation, no
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