I've had this one sentence stuck in my head for weeks now and after having 16 shots of 94 proof tanqueray and the same amount more or less past few hours benadryls, this always makes sense. It's a good mantra for the psychoanalytically confused, yes I just termed a coin
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but all reclusive all inductive reducted ramblings aside, crack, ritties, prellies, bennies, mostly the NDRI catecholamines not so much amphetamine, or benzedrex for that matter, but my serotonin's been fried since my fall of 2012, aka the fall of 2012, autumn, fall off a cliff, etc. and dopaminergics make you empty going for something and make functioning in society easier but DXM and anything else that activates my fleeting 5ht1a- 5ht7, 5ht8 if thats even coined/discovered yet they just make you so comfortable with being lazy or love all love all you need is some seroquel to knock you right back out of the empty-wanting or wanting-empty cycle and the next day some ketamine to bring you back into the outerworld
you dig?