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I then proceed to the bathhouse with my servants. They proceed to cover my entire body with a mixture of oil and ash. A group of Brazilian women scrape away the mixture, pulling all manner of dirt and grime from skin by gently using their fingernails and sucking their fingers after doing so. I am then bathed and declared once again, this time by the Brazilian women. Fifty types of oils and creams are tenderly applied to different parts of my body in a massaging gesture. Then I bathe for an hour or two in the most comfortable lukewarm salted water. The Brazilians and African women leave me as the bathhouse becomes completely pitch dark. A vial of the most potent and life altering chemical psychedic floats to the top of my water and I grip it and drink it. This chemical, which makes DMT look like aspirin, kicks in while I float in this sensory deprived water. I spend the next mentally cognizant 10,000 perceived years on a grand and inconceivable journey. Once I finally snap into existence, I am floating in the water, being delayed by one of the Brazilian women. I then am robed in the finest silks and prepared for my day. The African and Brazilians all gather in a group and thank me profusely. They then pour multitudes of gasoline upon themselves and self immolate while singing the most beautiful song known to man. Right before they all simultaneously drop, their bodies shoot into the sky and morph in midair, brightly aflame, into a grand dragon. A group of white petite yet large breasted Swedish women, wearing nothing but black leather, present me a smooth table made of purple Madagascar wood. Alex poofs in a cloud of smoke in front of my eyes and presents me no less than 75 pounds of various delicious food to consume during my breakfast. I eat at my pace and 10:00 continues to remain 10:00 until I finish. I am always and constantly starving while eating a veritable truckload of food and until I grow bored of this dragon flying around for me, I continue.