A.S.S.L.O.R.D.

Mop floor.

with endorphins

In your first act of self-expression since about three years ago, you crush the DRUGS in the tangled mess that is your MOP, and make a COLOURFUL DISPLAY OF COLOURY COLOURS with them.

Some might call this a pointless mess, you however like to consider it some form of DADAIST ART, or maybe just an EXPERIMENTAL ABSTRACT PAINTING, with deep personal meaning and careful planning. In this complex harmony and rhythm lies a gleeful expression of just how much you like popping pills.



Perhaps you put a slight bit too much thought into it, in hindsight! In the process of painting, the RIGHT-SIDE OF YOUR TINY BRAIN kersplodoomed by being pushed beyond its limits! The implant does that when you think too much, which is why you never do it!