The Daily Fix

i drank coke today. it was black and inky until i drank some, and then it got brown. browner and browner til there was just some sticky residue left swirling around in a plastic fucking tidepool at the bottom of the plastic fucking bottle. then i felt nauseous, like i always do after drinking coke. why drink coke? because i enjoy nausea. because that lovely taste, saccharine and cloying and staying on your lips about half an hour after you’ve drunk your last is unlike anything else. coke: an individualistic drink, for the individual. very american. the taste is imagination, but less overrated. like everything is just a cream-puffy cloud of irrelevance, and your capitalist swine ham is sittin’ on old man moon’s hook chin, fishing for trouties and breamies and coddies and all types of fish (ies) in the deep, deep amazon. is that the amazon? no, although its brown, chalky depths, rich in sediment and giant catfish first appear to be indicitave of certain amazonian tendencies. no. it is ultimately not the amazon. it is a river of coke, with that almost turgid odor clogging your fucking nostrils and permeating your subconscious with dreams of dollar bills found on sidewalks and bell-bottom jeans and grass and summer and  hallefuckinglujah warm precious fucking moments. coca-cola.