the buzz [Theme] Page 3

And still no one in the world buzz
Does not relieve my mind from the memory of these curiosities.

When you love, the brain produces endorphins and fills them with blood. Located in one of the hemispheres of the gland will expire on organic morphine, and the lover experiencing pleasure, as the cheap opium. We often confuse love with pleasure. Think love a person, and really love the syringe. Smooth as silk, the skin, the smell of the hair, the curves of the body, smile, eyes, feelings, thoughts, trust all is good, but the syringe is best.

And you're free and liberated. No shackles, frames, bans. There is a desire, there is love, there is joy. Full thrill, an emotional outburst, the joy of the soul and body, bordering on ecstasy.

The best part of any drug is not cool. It's a moment before taking.

How are we still stoned yesterday...

No thanks, I'm rushing. In reality. Without the compote.

- I was not happy - I was stoned.
- You were happy.
- High.
Happy.
- Stoned!
- The dying girl are unable to distinguish pleasure from happiness, because dying people see everything in a joyful light! [with sarcasm]

When the comedown lasts longer than the buzz, it means the holiday is over.

Buzz - when thousands of vivid dreams
Change the meaning of words...

The buzz - when the sky burns with fire,
When we are drowning in it...
Buzz - when among the huge walls
There is no place for other systems...

Real disappeared. Fantasy is part of reality and we the brakes. We think clear and not think at all, it's a good feeling... We stop trying to control everything, a warm flow of chemicals inside us, we colitisa. Is that brain damage? We forget all the pain in our lives, we want to go somewhere else. More people are no threat to us, all our insecurities have evaporated, we are in the clouds, we are wide open, we the people of the space in orbit around the earth and the world looks beautiful from there. We Involatile thirst for the impossible, we run the risk of short-term prudence for the sake of enlightenment. So many ideas... So little memory... the Last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We are captured by an overwhelming sense of love, we sail together we are together... I wish it was real. We want a universal level of community, where we would be comfortable with all. We are in the rhythm... the movement... the Movement of escape... We're waving goodbye, in the end we just want to be happy... Yes... Yes...