choose_the_pill_fluorine

The night is on fire in your brain, your clothes are electric flashing black and it feels like your eyes illuminate anything you look at. Your head feels light as a feather, you're strong enough to take on anyone - fast enough to fly if you ran hard enough. It takes all your concentration just to keep from melting into the neon around you. Lots of people talk about how art can make us feel joy, feel sorrow, feel an appreciation for the slow glacial beauty of nature or ideals of mankind or of romance or whatever. What about art that gives you a shortcut to the kinds of feelings people spend a lot of money on, sweet illicit-feeling high-energy feelings that are too raw and immediate to feel...View all