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This feeling that tickles its way down my spine,

     feathers dragged alongside the rear of my skull--

       a beautifully numb, warmly euphoric trail left in their wake,

     crawling from its origin,

         spreading out, flooding my system with its serenity.

A manmade variation of the milk of the gods,

     the nectar of sweet Morpheus;

          being drunk, inducing dreams of the most exotic natures,

       a bodily sensation which renders pain--

               mental, physical, any hurt--

       to nothing more than obsolete worries.

The keyboard lain before me, atop a continually humming machine,

     I find myself droning off to the heavy sounds of the bass guitar,

       immense talent flowing into my ears via electronic speakers;

     why, music seems to have gained an extra edge to itself...

     more vibrant,

     more energetic;

     more appreciation for talent is wrought from my being.

Such drowning bliss that I endure is truly no different than any other poppy-induced feeling,

     merely just a shadow of the terrifying true potential of the plant and its variations;

         pharmaceuticals are King in this new world of ours,

       ready to take away your pain, leaving you numb and

            emotionless

      to any trials and tribulations that life may throw at you.

Fade away from the nonsense of everyday life;

     allow the bliss to drown you,

         then try to keep your head up

       when everything around you collapses,

     your body hurts to move,

         and you're shivering on a stifling hot August afternoon--

     even bliss has it's downfalls.