it's the love drug.

Seriously, could I listen to this damn Satellite band any more? It's sort of cheesy, I know, but I am totally obsessed. 

Do you ever hear about people who are all giddy and smitten and just want to smash their stupid little heads into a million teeny, tiny pieces? Fine, it's not really that you want to smash them. Rather, you'd like to extract all that butterfly, joy-joy, right out of their bodies and inject it into your own veins. Sit back and take a deep breath, baby. This is gonna be an earth shattering ride. Do you feel that pressure in your abdomen? Is your breathing getting shallow and your lips dry? That's right, let yourself over to it. Lick your lips. Let your chest rise and fall. Close your eyes. Feel that warmth in your ears, in your cheeks, and  your... umm, you know what I'm saying? That burning, oh it's coming for you and it's coming quick. Hold on tight there, sexy. Let it last. Oh god, just another second. Slow it down. Freeze. Oh Jesus, you can't, It's coming. It's on. It's so on. It's gone. Fucking gone. Where to get just another fix? Just one more... I mean, I can live without it for fuck sake. I just want enough for my toes to curl up all tight and my eyes to involuntarily bat -- just one more time.

Now that's a drug I would beg, borrow, steal, grovel, and quite possibly give up most of my integrity for.