I’m going to turn off your brain now. Don’t think, just buy. Don’t think, just get high. Pop and stroke, pop and worship, pop and surrender.   All it takes is a few hits to empty out your mind, but I’m going to feed your nose so much more than that. The intoxicating vapor is pumping through your bloodstream, straight to your brain, and right down to your ever hardening cock. The confusion, the forced intox, the stupid stupor. It makes every jerk so impossibly intense.    It’s an amyl nitrate hallucination, a perfect brainless bliss. Sniff and jerk, pop and stroke. It’ll make it so easy to give in.

Category: Mind Fuck