Here I sit typing what is to be an unformatted and most likely ill punctuated and spelled piece and yet I do not care. For the question at hand is as to whether or not people (those who are on a mind-altering substance) create this placebo high, in a sense. They do their drugs, respectively, and then put themselves in situations they would consider 'cool'. Be it coffee with a person, a social gathering in the hundreds involving drunken orgies and happiness supplied on the Mg spectrum, or, well, I am not sure I can show either extreme any better than that. From these 'cool' situations they reassure themselves about their purchase. For what could that money, that cold hard cash, have been put aside for? Food, perhaps, or maybe hygiene equipment (as is needed by many folks), or even, hell. I wrote myself into another sound argument.
Forgive my choppiness. Fuck it, forgive me for nothing oh fair readers!
For here I am typing with reckless abandon a drug addled man's brain.
This presents us with the prime question of what is the ceiling doing? Is it breathing or it just a bunch of crystalline segments in the dark orange to near pink-yellow that is just existing there is space? To be viewed upon by my eyes. Forgive me, English. I cannot quite use you properly to convey any thought. I am not merely viewing, but I am instead being enlightened. I have become at one with myself. The center is in sight.
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