If this get's me banned, tell them I died as I lived; not reading terms and agreements

Haha, I'm going to find this endeavour rather challenging.

Writing whilst high? Well, truly some of the best feats of literature have been achieved thusly, as I hear, although am I a great literatist? Only time will tell, maybe even just the amount of those slow seconds that treacle on by like honey through sand that it takes for me to finish my deluded scribblings on this very page, although even my optimism finds this burden a little larger than the traditional straw which so proverbiably broke the donkey's back.
How quaint this little writing spree already has become.

And here I am again, higher still this time and with a released perspective on myself. Who can even say what horrors and what wonders are in these little pills? They are danger, yet joy and in the end is that not life? I dice with the devil only because I know that the highest stakes are not the ones I have to play for, and if I don't want to play a card game called 'A Needle Full of Stillness' nobody is making me but my own devil, smaller than the dealer but maybe seven times as evil.

Strange is it not how we neglect the very ground we tread on? This is no mourning; in a statement my most profound though on the matter is this; When we can't see the ground we're standing on it's because there's something else worth seeing more, and when we can it's because the world has slowed for breath and we may also take a drink between runs; wheezing with the effort of surviving only if we don't oil our gears with those frantic, snatched moments of perfection that are found when you look, look hard into the eyes of a friend, a parent or something else, something that is more than a friend no matter how much or how less more.

Life=Joy

With that equation in mind, Einstein's more famous works can be tackled with a steady hand.