Fireworks. Snowflakes.
Sunstroke and frostbite.

It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected.

I expected demands.
He gifted me with tenderness.

I expected ego.
He let me experiment.

I expected disrespect.
He called me beautiful.

I expected him to expect perfection.
He taught me all I needed to know.

I wanted to meet the monster.

Why go down if you can go up?

If the drug is strong enough during sex, your partner becomes unnecessary.

If you need to get high to feel sexy, you're probably addicted!

I am terrified by the willingness of people of all ages to put unknown substances into their bodies that that can damage their brains based upon the promise of criminals that they are safe and will get them high.

Devoid of any survival instinct, they're all truly running towards their very own apocalypse. Very sad, mostly because they all seem so blindly ecstatic on the way there. Some will manage to flee this doctrine, those doomed to face the music. And that melody never leaves them... Sadly, this may be the only reason they never return to their tragic culture.