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MDMAI can feel my synapses sending electric jolts to one another,
firing pistons, high powered machine guns.
I can taste the chemicals,
the composition of everything I put my tongue on;
right down to the molecular level.
My spit is acidic, peroxide flavored,
and my head pulses to the insane back beat of a song no one but I can hear.
Every light has an extra glow, an aura, a halo around it,
and the night is ever so inviting.
Being still is not an option in my book;
this story was based on movement.
My teeth, once again 32 bits of glass,
crash against each other in harsh ocean waves of involuntary movement.
My legs, my body, they no longer belong to me;
nothing is my own any longer.
All involuntary impulse movements and spasms;
everything is now out of my control.
My secrets run out of my mouth before I can stop them.
The truth shines down in conversations on tough topics
where I would otherwise lie and deny.
Some things are better left unsaid,
but my mind and thoughts no longer belong to me
EcstasyLITTLE PILL WHITE AND ROUND,
GULP OF WATER, TURBO DOWN!
ANXIETY NOW, CAN'T STAND OR SIT,
JUST WAIT, DON'T WORRY, IT WILL HIT!
IN HALF-AN-HOUR YOU RISE INSIDE,
EVERYONE LOVES, NO HATE TO HIDE.
EVERYTHING'S GOOD, THERE IS NO WRONG,
IF THE WHOLE WORLD SWALLOWED IT,
EVERYONE WOULD GET ALONG...
WORLD PEACE I HAVE A VISION,
CANNOT BE OBTAINED THROUGH RELIGION;
BUT CAN BE RESOLVED CHEMICALLY.
THERE IS A GOD CALLED XTC!
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