mushrooms
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Over the hills and through the woods,
by the bank of the creek,
Little Red Riding Hood stopped to take a drink.
The water was scummy and warmish and slow,
and on the bank, red mushrooms did grow.
eye trip while u sip
enlighten while u get ignorant
open my third eye while u go blind.
my mind is a tool, so are u.
my aura is blue, yours is red
simulating your soul is dead.
