Tweaked and amped through chemical cacophony, twisted into an erotic Freddie Krueger dreamscape, what salacious sins are possible when the gossamer veils between the real and the unreal flirt and unite within the wildest dopamine dreams, blurring into life, thrust into the hungry hole hole of reality? What sourceless shadow could recast such heights of pleasure?

Beefyblimps 2011

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