while under the influence of psilocybin and psilocin my mutual facination stared deep into my soul and indulged that my spirit animal is in fact,
the florida panther.
my grandmother tells me my future. it consists of being next to her when she dies. it is my duty to pull the plug. i will also one day go to the woods, to live. like a wolf. a lone wolf. who will howl at the moon, the moon who is my grandma, and the moon promises to howl back.
i return to your my beloved city on sunday.
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