There is, from time to time, a warmth that fires through my veins. It travels in the manner of alcohol, because it was first ingested, then it went to my heart. From my heart, it traveled to the rest of my body, including my brain. Its effects on my brain are profound and deep, you see, because its altered the structure of my brain. There are certain organs in my body that attempt to get rid of it and process it, under the misguided assumption that while it takes one form, it actually represents another. Its the sort of involuntary reaction that is created for our own protection, but one that I wish, from time to time, we had the power to override. Sort of like the traction control on a sports car. In any case, like intoxication, it overwhelms my system. Then I take in more and all the previous work, done without my approval, is obliterated in any case, rendering the entire process moot. But then there are times, sort of like a hangover, where it hurts a little bit.
Unlike alcohol, it can't be made into some sort of reductive biological calculation. It has similar effects of delirium, but its more like a steady euphoria that has no ill side effects, merely the unauthorized, unapproved meanderings of otherwise well-meaning processes.
I'd disregard my very first post, if I were you.
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