Bliss. Everyone knows the word. Everyone knows what it means. Everyone’s searching for it, but no one knows where in hell to find the elusive bastard. If you ask me, they just don’t know where to look… and experience is the best teacher. You see, I can read about a guy seeing god all I want, but I’ll never really get it until I’ve been there myself.

Bliss? I’ve been there – I get it. And let me tell you: nothing compares.

Imagine if all was right with the world, if your suffering did not exist. Fear, pain, distress, insecurity, poverty, hunger: reduced to nothing. All that matters is that you’re alive and breathing and nothing could make you happier. What if I told you that you don’t have to imagine – that bliss is a chemical? What if I told you that you could swallow this little blue pill and, just for a little while, your reality could become your paradise?

At first you’re afraid. With great power, comes great responsibility – and this power is fucking great. What they didn’t tell you is that with great indulgence comes a great disregard for your best interests – even your best friend – the weather report grown cloudier with each passing day. You forget the promises you made yourself so long ago, the lines drawn now trampled over violently. You forget what it’s like to live like everyone else.

At least, that’s what happened to me.

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