Heart racing, blood pumping, adrenaline you could only imagine was real with out help from the sweet nectar of that delicious MOnster. An experience worth trying, yet so consuming, it only takes one sip.. and you're permanently wrapped around its addicting taste. Draws you in with its pick me up effects, you never want to come off of, its a need for it, makes you believe you cant survive without its boost.
A thick sheet of white clouds circling you, taunting you, urging you to have more, and not to stop until you feel you cant take anymore. Two sides to the MOnster. Once you've tasted it.. you only see the good, keep yourself up so you never witness the unbearable downside to it. Pain so horribly painful, like all your insides are being twisted, wrapped around as if something such as an egg beater were contorting them about its silver metal bars. You either bare its excruciating pain or find the only way around it.. to have another sip.. feed the MOnster.. causing you to fly high than your last drink of the MOnsters ever so tempting succulent honey.
Its as if you were to drink from life's pool of eternal happiness. Pure joy enters your mind and doesn't slip away until the MOnsters savory juices exit your body, and a dose of reality follows directly behind. For hours on end your being endures excitement and pleasure you couldn't find anywhere else wrapped all into one chemical addiction.
You suddenly find the energy and strength to do things you never thought you would ever get done in the amount of time it does with the assistance of the MOnster. As you fall between the fine lines of the boost and the drop.. you experience malfunctions fo the mind, such as its operating speed slows to a crawl, causing whats called.. drawing a blank. You can fly so high as well though, be completely and utterly gone, lost in the abyss of stellar hallucinations and indescribable euphoria.