I looked up what “Black Acid” is because it was mentioned in a Hunter S. Thompson book I was reading (i.e. “Kingdom of Fear”) and it sounded like a thing one should steer clear of if one doesn’t want to regain consciousness pantless in a ditch with no recollection of the last several hours. Well, you can’t avoid something if you don’t know what it is. Because “Knowledge is Power!”
We've reached the place where screams aren't heard. You'd think they'd build into a din, but one can't grasp a single word. It has become silent as sin. The angry words are shot to black - that inky void that's unpatrolled, It's silent, yet all're struck by flak. Still, no one admits being sold. But each life 's a product consumed. They wail away the night and day, pretending they're not rightly doomed. Some will say that it's here to stay... True, but are we?
I sent an email to my wife asking if she wanted to have pizza tonight. Lo and behold, there was a Gmail ad for Dominos by the time I hit send. From here on out, I’m using the code “murder the butler” in place of “buy pizza.” I don’t want Google knowing that I’m carbo-loading. I have shame. Find me an ad for that, bitches.
In related news:
“watch TV” now equals “watch gay porn”
“have a beer” now equals “fire up the crack pipe”
“masturbate” now equals “file a fraudulent insurance claim”
You think you know me, Google? We’ll see.
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