Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?
I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.
Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent.
Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.
The human mind is kind of like a piñata. When it breaks open, there's a lot of surprises inside. Once you get the piñata perspective, you see that losing your mind can be a peak experience.
What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.