Love, sex, and drugs… all diverse components of life... all necessities of life, a HAPPY life at least… each allied in more ways than our world cares to admit… all three bound by their roles as foundations of euphoria... when administered correctly ;)
Sex is always better when drugs are involved (so I’ve heard). GOOD drugs make for enhanced sex… superior sex mixed with high-quality drugs is a concoction for “love”, at least an illusionary type of love. Imagine being in love, inebriated with good drugs, while simultaneously experiencing the best, mind blowing fuck, I mean sex, in life…that is the definition of “bliss” my dear Watson…
Love, the utmost potent drug known to man-kind, the cognitive predicament in which all coherent thought becomes obsolete. Love, the most overused and underappreciated word in Webster’s compilation of the human language. Many have tried; all have failed, to properly define “love” as this masterpiece of thought is both subjective and ambiguous, an idiosyncratic idea whose description changes based on the individual, relationship status, hell even the weather! Today Ms. Monroe is the definer, I am currently crazy in “love” and the weather is freaking beautiful!… so, for today (4/20), let us envision love as a fascinating, divine psychological state that allows one to dream bigger, laugh harder and walk taller… an enticing mindset in which everything that is good becomes great and all that was once bad is now reduced to petty nuisances. Love is the shit!
Drugs… touchy subject… I mean, illegal drugs are obviously illicit …. But really, it is common knowledge that tons of Tylenol, a permitted drug, will not make for breathtaking, sloppy head or mind-numbing, painful to the point of pleasure, backshots… therefore, for the sake of mental stimulation, let’s just say that “drugs” refer to a substance that causes feelings of jubilation, euphoria and an extreme rise in ones libido. Such a substance just so happens to have intensified effects when compounded with that fierce ass shit called “love”… the blue “drug” pill alone is said to make the pussy a little wetter, the dick a little harder… oh what wonders could surface with the fusion of said blue pill and the red “love” pill. For the element, the aroma, the aura of love to be present while both involved parties are mentally above the influence, is to create a personal paradise perfect for passion. Every sense being heightened ten-fold, high with love and cerebral intoxicants, an impeccable state of affairs for sex... no not just “sex”… the combination could only generate an act indescribable, a physical performance of majesty, erotic atonement, sexual enchantment … 2 beings, a Romeo and Juliet, weakened by adulation, all rational gone with the wind, seized by the inebriation of joint adoration (forgive the pun)… these two, or three J, slaves to each euphoric substance in the air, cerebrum forcing all fancies and fantasies to be acted out.. passion, clouds, enamor, bodies touching as if they have been built to interlock as unique puzzle pieces that have one exact match in this universe, tongues tangled, kissing, licking, sucking…producing private nirvana, juices of love overflowing and being consumed as if it is the magic potion for eternal youth, soft words of smitten worship for ones lover…whispers, screams, cries of lament that sound like the African Bonobo monkey, uninhibited, maddened deeds of fornication… supreme love-making… the ultimate nut waiting to be bust compliments of our friends…love and drugs. Titillating your mind, body and soul… Love, Sex and Drugs… <3
~Viola Monroe
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