Day 7: i do not feel very good i think i am dying and although i have not vomited i think it might be fun to do so. my world is crisp and rubbery and dripping with sauce and irony but people are still eating fries. words and their meanings have been swallowed by the deep-fat fryer of social depravity. fast-food culture? ha! there is no such thing. darkness … imprisoning me … all that i see … absolute horror. ronald mcdonald is the harvester of sorrow. actually these nuggets are still pretty decent they taste a lot like chicken.
