You should realize that they're feeding you slow metabolic poison. Desperation, fatigue, sterility a thousand slings and arrows and that's on top of the the thousand that were already invented in ol' Billy's day.
Yeah, the package is pretty and the fragrance has a certain bestial allure, but pause for a moment to consider the symbolism of talking dogs, men in clown suits, southern gentlemen. How much do you know about the strange brown paper packets that the dehydrated meat comes in? Didn't you see that fourteen year old teller on a milk carton last summer? Why are half these fries cold?
Slow poison, dripping from bizarre fungi, entrails of a cow arranged in horrible patterns on the floor. Exceedingly bad.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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