Without any rationality
There are times when you enter the restricted area of your brain and not to your surprise there's always something which you encounter for the first time. Knowing what a ghoulish irresistible impulse feels like is not at all a good thing. Malady, parasite, fumigation, corrosion. Mouth full of Gabardine, brain as solid as a rock. A heart with the fate of the titanic, oozing corruption, a suppurating intrusion from within, a hebetudinous force on the supercilium and an impregnable pressure in the back regions of the vessel which possesses the brain. Rooting like a momentaneous caprice, as dizzy as the air, but failing to go. It sticks, it stays and it STAYS! It auspicates no delight and becomes the commander in chief, and to whom you might just give right in. You might do everything to save you from this - eat that whole bar of dark chocolate, dial that one number or search a prohibited chest to handle things you're not supposed to know. You might also cringe, go right in ...
