Sometimes it’s good to be wired, thoughts and images and other weird shit plugged into your brain. But you’d better have someone watching the dials and gauges and dancing needles ‘cause if something would go wrong and a breaker doesn’t trip to save your ass…it could take you down so far you can’t get back up again. Smell that? Smells like fried synapses, doesn’t it?
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