The city lamps blurred like copyright watercolor. Benny was lost within the city's pulse, his mind a carousel on the grey concrete jungle. The air hung thick. A dissonant tune drifted from a nearby dive bar, beckoning Benny closer. He craved a escape. A pill, a promise of peace, was his only solace. The little blue friend offered escape. The world

My latest trip into the heart of 2C-B was a truly mesmerizing experience. The onset was gentle, a soft drift washing over me as I noticed the shifting colors of my environment. The patterns that emerged were geometric, swirling and intertwining like a dreamlike ballet. I journeyed through landscapes that defied convention. Perception stretched an