Stale chip and hot sauce from last week… still so delicious this evening.
I’m tired… But before I crash to the floor… I should find some real food.
Never mind… I’m not really in the mood… for milk.
Expired… February 11th 2008… wait… what is today’s date? I’m thirsty…
Why must I continue to stand here… and contemplate… what fate exactly drinking this shit might bring.
And I want to sing… I can’t help this strange feeling I get… when it doesn’t smell sour… but the numbers say it might be… is it doubt?

I better pour this out.

The numbers say it might be… catastrophe… disaster.
Am I hearing laughter?
Is that inside my head?
I’m thirsty… I guess I’ll drink water instead.
But I’m pretty hungry too… chips just don’t fill me up like they use to.
So let’s see… chili.
Ok… chili… and TOAST!

Damn… some milk would be nice with this.

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