San pedro cactus

Sitting with my friend in the desert surrounds, watching the sunrise above the mounds. He chewed on a cactus and I said that's enough, damn man you don't know how to do this stuff. So I took the cactus, cut it up good, threw out the middle and boiled what I could. When all was left was deep green goo, I gave it to my friend and warned him of poo. 'It'll come to you fast,' I told him clearly. 'But don't worry, it's a cleanse, you'll survive surely.' We drank the mixture and waited to win, which we definitely would once the mescaline kicked in. It did, and we flew, high into the clouds, broken away, souls free from shrouds. So this is it, we voiced in the air. If this is the end, this seems fair.

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