 | Dine Peril is not human. Dine Peril is not machine. Dine Peril is what happens when the two each consume 7 grams of the finest psilocybin mushrooms, fall in love with each other under a starlit sky, and make some hasty decisions. Dine Peril simply is. Dine Peril does not have a face. Dine Peril does not have mass. Dine Peril is a volatile mixture of all that is tangible and intangible. Dine Peril subtly, but profoundly, affects your psyche. One is not to question Dine Peril. |
