Sangre de Perro.

If I ever were wounded, the very viscous substance to ooze from my wound would be nearly indistinguishable from high fructose corn syrup. The only difference being that upon ingestion my ooze causes vivid and horrific hallucinations of eternity, your representations of yourself will collide in upon each other to show you the truth of you; how small you are. You will understand everything for that time. You will comprehend nothingness. But you will be left with the pain of knowing that what you know you cannot express in any words in any language of man... Also right before you come down you have an incredibly detailed hallucination of you as your own grandmother being gangbanged by a group of european musicians and an elephant.