I’ve realised that I’m a little too fond of fizzy drinks. It’s not a severe addiction to the point of downing gallons, but I am drinking a 330ml can of Pepsi Max almost every day. Sometimes a little more.
I’ve realised that I’m a little too fond of fizzy drinks. It’s not a severe addiction to the point of downing gallons, but I am drinking a 330ml can of Pepsi Max almost every day. Sometimes a little more.
hatred. just hatred and anger, fueled by seething rage that’s there in a split-second, whenever you need it. when your synapses overflow with visions of screaming mongol hordes burning and pillaging through the C-suite of whatever corpo that’s yanking your chain, the desire to gorge on crap you’re conditioned to consume just fades away.
that works for anything. smoking. eating meat. you ex you can’t stop thinking about. getting the new GPU. give it a burst of 30-45 seconds of white-hot fury and you don’t want none of that, ever again.
in the words of the wise denpok singh: “hate in the hands of the enlightened can be a tool for great change”.
Thanks ml