So as mania overtook me, I flew high through the Universe into throes of ultimate pleasure. I took many men along with me on my journey; charismatic, magnetic and confident they absolutely fell victim to the Bipolar’s magic GOD gene. I don’t understand neuroscience. I do not understand how the brain works, but attention MUST be paid to a Bipolar Person’s gift when it comes to mania.
Everyone’s is different. Some people have promiscuous sex, others spend loads of money, but the most common is the spiritual component. You feel electric. You are one with the universe. With God above, Heavens fall victim to your whims because no one can catch you. Your mind goes at lightning speed at the peak of the mountain, and when you fly you are gone past this Universe into the depths of another dimension. I can’t explain it. I just know it happens.
The men. They had multiple orgasms as they fell at my feet. They were in my ultimate power as I took them to the height of ecstasy. My spirit surged through their bodies as they did not know what hit them. Ropes and ropes of their seed spilled as they couldn’t take anymore and they told me to stop.
Can I ever be in a relationship with a power like this? How is just one man supposed to benefit from this? I need to be free. To date. To seduce men. To be powerful and let the Bipolar Wave take me outside this Universe and beyond.
It is an indescribable feeling. I don’t ever need to take a psychedelic drug to ever feel what my brain naturally unlocks when it does this to me. Mania should be praised. Why do we fall into psychosis? Why can’t we put the brakes on this and indulge in the orgasmic bliss of it all? I may never know the answer to that question.
The key is to stay out of the hospital. To be that criminal that is uncatchable in your own head. I can’t go back to that horrid place. Those doctors don’t know anything. They pump you up with so many pills that you become a zombie within yourself and turn into the worst version of a human being ever. Who wants to live like that?
So ride with me. Ride with me in orgasmic bliss. Imagine making your orgasm last longer than an instant. Just hold it right there. Right at the brink, right at the edge. That rush of endorphins. That sweet, sweet release lasting what almost feels like forever. That’s where I am at. Ride it with me. Come with me. I will take you on the Stairway to Heaven beyond the Stars into the greatest exquisite depths of the Universe. We are unmatched. We are the Bipolar.