This past week, my brain melted into a lump of coagulated cheese on my desktop. Scraping it into something resembling its former self, I managed to salvage something of my former mental state, but barely. This was the result (follow me below the sodden lump of curled orange cheese below):
Melted Meanderings from the World of Coagulated Cheesy Corn
Heat melts my brain into lumps of cheese. (I want to find some nachos.)
Yes, I'll spread the cheese on the nachos, bake them into delicious, coagulated, gross, fatty lumps of congealed food, and snack on them.
Yum. Yum. Crunch. Ouch! My brain hurts.
I hold up a tortilla chip and observe it. Paper-thin and brittle, it reminds me of the skin I'll have when I'm old. How delicious! I could be autophagous!
Translucent in the afternoon heat, the chip shimmers before me, an illusion, wrapped in a veil of corn-like deceit.
Who knows whether it's GM-corn from Monsanto?
I'll just snack. My brains on chips taste good. Oh, so good.
The heat washes over my pliant limbs, and I laze, like a sodden, sleepy slab of cheese on a concrete step waiting to be trodden on.
Disillusion washes over me, a veil being lifted, revealing another veil waiting to be lifted. Perhaps, good things lie in wait behind that veil.
Hail, O Being behind the veil! Are you me? Can you see? Do we kneel to each other?
Behold, you! I kneel to me!
Now's when we keel over.
An idle wind (which I respect not) passeth by me. I leap on it, and fly, a tortilla chip covered in cheese. A tornado lies over the horizon.
Ride into that storm.
The smallest things win.
From corn-chip to computer-chip is but a step. GM-corn to nano-chip. Nice! And so crunchy, man! So flavorful! So full of silicon-dioxide!
Day at the beach, don't you know? That's what's called for.
Because, as we know, the answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. Dust-storms, sand storms, silicon chips, silly corn chips.
Good evening! Have a nice day!
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