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"I'm a keta-child
And my heart is ampheta-wild."
I was feeling foxy on a Friday night, pressed up against anxious strangers. Participating in a research chemical experiment with no control group, what could possibly go wrong?
"welcome to therapy!" the bouncers voice boomed as he threw his arms up in the air beckoning the crowd to cat call and riot as some androgenous raver was carried out of the club like a rag doll and thrown against a dumpster. Yes, welcome to therapy. People were overdosing and most of us hadn't even made it in the door yet. And did we riot? Yes, but what for? Well that was about to make itself abundantly clear.
Two hours later, feet fresh inside the door, already my brain screams for more. My high has already peaked
And my heart is ampheta-wild."
I was feeling foxy on a Friday night, pressed up against anxious strangers. Participating in a research chemical experiment with no control group, what could possibly go wrong?
"welcome to therapy!" the bouncers voice boomed as he threw his arms up in the air beckoning the crowd to cat call and riot as some androgenous raver was carried out of the club like a rag doll and thrown against a dumpster. Yes, welcome to therapy. People were overdosing and most of us hadn't even made it in the door yet. And did we riot? Yes, but what for? Well that was about to make itself abundantly clear.
Two hours later, feet fresh inside the door, already my brain screams for more. My high has already peaked