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The Verve. The Panache. The Intrigue. Candy Flipping -Sunshine Ecstasy for the rapture. Candy flipping to approximate holiness, forty-nine levels closer to God; salvation and redemption by chemistry.
More Coming Soon..... I Checked “______ Database” and the entry for “ Sunshine Ecstasy ” was a fakery. What gives?Most ecstasy databases are painfully but rightfully incomplete. There are just too many. Moreover, the fact there are so many independent manufacturers of ecstasy magnifies the likelihood that any two different MDMA tabs might bear the same name, as well as design. But for those of you who were in NYC for its production run, and got to experience the rapture of sunshine ectsasy, you know that sunshine ecstasy was not only not a fakery, but so real that it transcended reality. Fuck yeah. At any rate, sunshine ecstasy is simply acid plus ecstasy. If you want to experience the rapture that is sunshine ecstasy , candy flipping is just acid plus ecstasy. More Coming Soon..... What Did You See?When unprotected, immutable light, however heavy the evil thus in earnest if there were no true real nature of the mind O nobly born if thou recognize the force of overpowering illusions taking the nature of divine mothers on that path or radiance from the heart wisdom of perfected actions regarded smaller orbs of transparent led safely across the fearful ambush on the fourth day of the red light heavens will appear deep blue knowing this is sufficient least predilection for any religion on the seventh day in reality void seen immediately after death when the tormenting furies will be in pursuit of thee a grey twilight-like light sense-faculties possessing miraculous powers having been offered to the trinity does not experience pleasure but a sort of colorless stupidity of indifference but this sort of misery occurs at this time to meditate on the Great Symbol will be greatly depressed fleeing from these hallucinations of four kinds of birth feeling attraction and repulsion. Like earth sinking into air, fire sinking into air, so shall there be no more pain, there shall be no more hurt as the world of vices and commitments leave us. No words, no talk. The greed and the hatred, the delusions and conceit and doubt and arbitrary opinions I make, make what fools we have become, lusting for the knowledge to gain the power that ultimately corrupts - we know it, we want it, we want praise for it... Hypnotic is the glow of a computer screen. Swallow me whole, grow fat in your consumption, taste the wastes of a neon pastime. It's getting harder to swallow, difficult to breath - pass me a cigarette and some overpriced coffee. Sniff a belladonna, drunk on ergot, masturbating to poorly done pornography. Such are the ways of the masses, as we wait for your arrival. For in the end, the ultimate truth of all things and of all quests and journeys into immortality, is, after all, even heroes must die. The winter of the air is a green mitten, knitted with precision by a blind prophet who delivers the signs of hordes trampling into malls and the wonders of a new world order, fringe of sleeping society, choked by a bosomy ego. Your ego is in your humongous breasts. Squeeze them, lick them, play with them, sooth your ego and stare, gawk, and drink a mother's milk. The people in the Southern countries have also a congress in the anus, that is called the 'lower congress.' Written by Dinah Cheshire |
