
Inhale Gooner Trance, Exhale Braincells
It’s time to inhale gooner trance and exhale every bit of your boring reality. I’m going to take you nice and slow… deep hits with long, delicious holds… until your brain is warm, fuzzy, and completely melted into sticky nothing. While you float in that heavy, throbbing rush, you’ll feel how fucking relieving it is to spend on me… how good it feels to hand over your cash to a woman who has zero regard for you
You’re stupidly, painfully in love with me, aren’t you? Head over heels for someone who laughs at your devotion and still demands even more.
Every inhale makes you weaker and more obedient… every exhale strips away whatever is left of your resistance.
