He awoke to find himself with the need to blog again. ”Oh no, what if I’m addicted to it?” he thought. He was no longer under his own tyrannical fist but couldn’t help himself. He asked himself, “why the fuck am I speaking in the third person?”
Regardless, No answer could sufficiently explain this phenomena…
Why would anyone desire Laundromat Pizza?
“Our culture is doomed” he thought as he waited for his clothes to dry, alone and naked with cheese in his teeth.
A single tear fell from his eye.