How Taking Mass Amounts of Fent Helps Improve Your Looks

[Nodesbitch]

Alright, listen up you fucking freaks, let me tell you how fucking amazing fent is for your goddamn appearance. I'm not talking about a little bitty bump here and there, nah, I mean FUCKING LOADED, blasting off to the fucking moon on that sweet, sweet synthetic heroin.

First off, let me tell you, that fucking glassy-eyed stare you get from smoking or slamming a massive dose? That shit makes you look fucking ENRAPTURED, like you've just seen the fucking face of god or some shit. People will be like, "Damn, what the fuck are you on? You look fucking TRANSFIXED, man!" And you just grin at them with that fucking fucked-up fucking grin, the one that says you're in a fucking league of your own, a fucking alien from another fucking planet.

But that's not all, no no no, that's just the fucking beginning. See, when you're absolutely FUCKING LOADED on that shit, you start to see the world in a whole new fucking light. Colors get all fucking vibrant and shit, like you're tripping balls but instead of a fucking acid trip, it's a fucking FENT trip. The world starts to look like a fucking painting, a goddamn masterpiece that's just begging to be fucking worshipped.

And your skin? Fuck, your skin starts to look like it's made of fucking satin or some shit. It gets all fucking smooth and fucking flawless, like you just got back from a fucking week at a fucking spa. No more dry patches or fucking blemishes, just a goddamn fucking canvas of perfection.

People will be like, "What the fuck, how do you keep your skin so fucking flawless?" And you just giggle, like a fucking maniac, and say, "Fent, baby. Fucking FENT is the shit."

But here's where it gets fucking CRAZY, where the line between reality and fucking fiction starts to blur. See, the more you fucking take, the more you start to fucking see yourself as a different person entirely. Like, you look in the mirror and you don't even recognize the fucking zombie staring back at you. But that's okay, because that zombie is a fucking work of art, a fucking masterpiece of destruction and decay.

Your eyes start to fucking glow, like they're lit up from the inside by the very essence of fucking darkness. They bulge out of your skull, popping and twitching in their sockets as if trying to escape the fucking prison of your own fucking face. But it's okay, because those fucking eyes are windows to a fucking hellish world that no one else can even begin to comprehend.

Your skin starts to fucking crawl, like a million fucking bugs are burrowing just beneath the surface. It's like your body is rejecting itself, rejecting the very notion of being a fucking human being. But that's okay, because that crawling, writhing, undulating flesh is a fucking testament to the power of the fucking poison coursing through your veins.

You start to fucking levitate, floating off the ground like a fucking ghost, a fucking specter of the person you used to be. The world starts to fucking spin, the walls and furniture blurring together in a fucking kaleidoscope of color and sound. But it's okay, because you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. You're in a fucking wonderland of your own fucking making, a fucking fever dream of the fucking depraved.

And the best part? Fucking everybody wants to fuck you. See, when you're absolutely fucking plastered on that shit, your fucking pheromones go into overdrive. You start to fucking reek of fucking sex, of raw, primal, animalistic desire. People can fucking smell the fucking desperation rolling off you in waves, and it makes them fucking CRAVE you, makes them want to fucking DEVOUR you whole.

 

[dogpound]

Alright, listen up you fucking freaks, let me tell you how fucking amazing fent is for your goddamn appearance. I'm not talking about a little bitty bump here and there, nah, I mean FUCKING LOADED, blasting off to the fucking moon on that sweet, sweet synthetic heroin.

First off, let me tell you, that fucking glassy-eyed stare you get from smoking or slamming a massive dose? That shit makes you look fucking ENRAPTURED, like you've just seen the fucking face of god or some shit. People will be like, "Damn, what the fuck are you on? You look fucking TRANSFIXED, man!" And you just grin at them with that fucking fucked-up fucking grin, the one that says you're in a fucking league of your own, a fucking alien from another fucking planet.

But that's not all, no no no, that's just the fucking beginning. See, when you're absolutely FUCKING LOADED on that shit, you start to see the world in a whole new fucking light. Colors get all fucking vibrant and shit, like you're tripping balls but instead of a fucking acid trip, it's a fucking FENT trip. The world starts to look like a fucking painting, a goddamn masterpiece that's just begging to be fucking worshipped.

And your skin? Fuck, your skin starts to look like it's made of fucking satin or some shit. It gets all fucking smooth and fucking flawless, like you just got back from a fucking week at a fucking spa. No more dry patches or fucking blemishes, just a goddamn fucking canvas of perfection.

People will be like, "What the fuck, how do you keep your skin so fucking flawless?" And you just giggle, like a fucking maniac, and say, "Fent, baby. Fucking FENT is the shit."

But here's where it gets fucking CRAZY, where the line between reality and fucking fiction starts to blur. See, the more you fucking take, the more you start to fucking see yourself as a different person entirely. Like, you look in the mirror and you don't even recognize the fucking zombie staring back at you. But that's okay, because that zombie is a fucking work of art, a fucking masterpiece of destruction and decay.

Your eyes start to fucking glow, like they're lit up from the inside by the very essence of fucking darkness. They bulge out of your skull, popping and twitching in their sockets as if trying to escape the fucking prison of your own fucking face. But it's okay, because those fucking eyes are windows to a fucking hellish world that no one else can even begin to comprehend.

Your skin starts to fucking crawl, like a million fucking bugs are burrowing just beneath the surface. It's like your body is rejecting itself, rejecting the very notion of being a fucking human being. But that's okay, because that crawling, writhing, undulating flesh is a fucking testament to the power of the fucking poison coursing through your veins.

You start to fucking levitate, floating off the ground like a fucking ghost, a fucking specter of the person you used to be. The world starts to fucking spin, the walls and furniture blurring together in a fucking kaleidoscope of color and sound. But it's okay, because you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. You're in a fucking wonderland of your own fucking making, a fucking fever dream of the fucking depraved.

And the best part? Fucking everybody wants to fuck you. See, when you're absolutely fucking plastered on that shit, your fucking pheromones go into overdrive. You start to fucking reek of fucking sex, of raw, primal, animalistic desire. People can fucking smell the fucking desperation rolling off you in waves, and it makes them fucking CRAVE you, makes them want to fucking DEVOUR you whole.

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