Yep. Electron dances. 
Different strokes for different folks.
When I get fucked up, it's time to PREACH THE WORD and STALK, KILL, AND EAT GECKOS with an empty bourbon bottle, in the back yard. Naked.
So he has his electron dances, I have my horrible sordid cave man depravity. It's all about what you like.
About halfway through, I wiped away some caramel cream andsaw the cave man inviting me to go down that particular rabbit hole. I almost went.
Whatever gets you through the night, man. I don't care if you think you have a funnel in your mouth, and pink monkeys are dumping unicorn shit through it by the 50 pound sack. If it unwinds the spring in your head, then who the fuck am I to judge? Some people become sexual deviants. Some go overboard on PILLS HERE, some bend their minds around with fucked up drugs. Beats pounding the shit out of your wife or kicking your dog or just miserably sinking into decrepitude.
And if it's not good for you, well just what the fuck is?
I don't recommend it as a regular practice, of course, unless you're
particularly Holy™ and don't care how you'll feel when you get old.
