I never want to feel my car as my crutch ever again. And like sugar, using these materials to numb raw emotions, well, I wonder. Because sugar and cars are miles apart in how my body reacts. I don't want to coast along on auto drive. A system inbred to destroy me if I'm mindless. No, I don't want that. I want lemon tight skin when I'm full of adrenaline, that softens when I sleep. I want to function like the black widow without all the head biting, more of the silk spinning, and the dexterity when I need it. The Avenger's sure did pack a wallop of plot. Squeezed every ounce of juice from that lime rind and ran with it at warp speed by the looks of it. Yeah, that's what I want. To run at warp speed.
Or at least feel like it.
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