When I was a kid I used to listen to Skrillex and get a hard on thinking about what parkour moves I was gonna do in recess now i am forced to lust over pussy laced with original sin itself
I crashed my BMW on the way to my court hearing for selling Modafinil and my bromantane plug wants to fly me to Russia to marry his daughter so yeah you could say motion is quite a close friend of mine
Mfw I feel her nails scrape my arm while we're cuddling but then I realise it was actually just the needle piercing my skin as I flood my veins with research chemicals I can't pronounce bcs I'm chopped and the unremitting weight of time is slowly consuming me
Corner of my mouth kept twitching from forcing a smile at the family function and my auntie asked if I've had a stroke and I panicked and said yeah still thrice daily
Nicotine isn't a nootropic, it only drags you back to baseline and out of your withdrawal-induced malaise, but for real ones this dependency isn't a habit but more like a ritual, a baptism of the brain, a dance with death that delivers a better buzz than any nootropic ever could