More often than not, when I take a hit of salvia, flexible/bendy creatures spin me around and transport me to a very strange place where I am one of many workers in a realm where objects have people working in gear-like patterns as part of a giant mechanical goddess. When I've smoked enough, I feel as though I am crammed in a vent with living cardboard and rubber-based creatures that transport me toward a surreal factory-like environment. When these creatures carry me, they speak in french and seem to argue with each other over how they should get me there, how they should move me around, and a bunch of other rubbish. Is it common for the Salvia creatures to argue, or is it just my personal experience?
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