You have some mighty interesting people online.
Deeply disturbed, cranking lunatic on drugs.
The present has gone.
Fantasy is a part of reality, we take the brakes off.
We’re thinking clearly, yet not thinking at all.
And this feels right.
We stop trying to control things. This feels right.
We stop trying to control things. This feels right.
Warm rush of chemicals through us.
We’re in the clouds now.
We’re fluctuating.
Is this brain damage?
Are you jealous of my hallucination?
