1. the perpetual tang of chaos lurking beneath tastebuds. ambrosia does little to nothing to dull the orifice of your creation. nature vs. nurture is a logical explanation for the litany behind your retinas. your birth was illicit and seismically euphoric. just because you wailed and tore through the amniotic sac does not mean you were not stillborn.
2. everything tangible is satirical. everything metaphorical is fabricated. anything between the lines is oblivion of the finest nature. reality is a spectrum. irony or nihilism, take your pick. no refunds.
3. you're dying. for real this time.
