Seconding that last: *Ecstasy was a mental-State quite before Die Stadt decreed that You Can't Go There (or if you repeatedly try to erase-Self: we'll escalate the punishments)
... unto granting your wish: Our way, with Red-State random potions. We can't spend too much on frills.
Wish I had uncovered some arabesque around the world's most cynical warehousing-franchise (I expect to have to employ my own pharm-chem, with back-up to augment any mechanical difficulties (as seem the way of Cosmic humor, don't they?)
Trouble Is: people of my (and even your) age-group never ever faced-in-advance all those unanswerable questions as were always elided in our earliest inculcations. Only the outliers did; you'd think that those born in late-50s, sentient during '60s? have realized all along, here in the dis-US: The fucking embedded-Puritanism will fight any choices whatsoever. Messy/noisy extra-vulgar Make-dos are the Murican Way. All the more Reason to disobey..
... unto granting your wish: Our way, with Red-State random potions. We can't spend too much on frills.
Wish I had uncovered some arabesque around the world's most cynical warehousing-franchise (I expect to have to employ my own pharm-chem, with back-up to augment any mechanical difficulties (as seem the way of Cosmic humor, don't they?)
Trouble Is: people of my (and even your) age-group never ever faced-in-advance all those unanswerable questions as were always elided in our earliest inculcations. Only the outliers did; you'd think that those born in late-50s, sentient during '60s? have realized all along, here in the dis-US: The fucking embedded-Puritanism will fight any choices whatsoever. Messy/noisy extra-vulgar Make-dos are the Murican Way. All the more Reason to disobey..