Let Birdy take you on a journey:
We will observe reality as an entity of repeating nonsense we have to escape every now and then.
We will fall asleep together, dream bizarre sceneries about honey, milk and hairdressers. Acid will then be the fuel which shoots us into jazzy-funky-house-space and our last connection to reality remain the distant sounds of birds, who will softly get you back on earth when you are ready.
Congratulations, you made it.
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