Your drugs are shit.
I went to sleep on your tabs, motherfucker.
Telling me it was strong, it'd last a while. Get fucked.
I wanted to learn something here. I managed to, but I had to really look for it. And I found proof of something I've been considering for some time, and solved many mysteries while I shivered myself to sleep in a pile of trashed and shameful bodies.
Or maybe, though they should be the perfect place, doofs just aren't a nice place to really get within yourself and the universe.
But I'm just assuming it's some ridiculous thing called... BROMO-DRAGONFLY. Holy shit, people enjoy this stuff? Oh, I s'pose it's better than being sober, says some random little ravefag. Bullshit, mate, I spent half the night trying to wear the shit off so I could be sober.
No visuals aside from the occasional closed-eye fractals, very little information and only a slight confusement, which made the whole thing worthless, boring... Bullshit. 18 hours? More like, 2 and a half, motherfucker.
Still, I'd rather buy from you then some other arrogant full o' shit wannabe-doofer. I mean, his drugs are there to break three year olds minds, because that would be funny. You may be an unreliable little shithead, but at least you give a shit. Besides, you didn't make the shit. I will be having a chat with you though about this, however.
It's rather annoying when you want some actual acid, I'm talking, LSmotherfuckingD, and every cunt is chewing on some substitute.
Disappointing doof. Disappointing acid. Disappointing people.