Perhaps we've passed our exit and there is no going back of any sorts. We are doomed to live in the outcome of a millennia of bad decisions in the name of progress. Our good fortune has timed out and the sweetness we once savored has become sour. Some belated recompense bagged up for the Tuesday night trash pickup like the fall's leaves once beautiful in their windy shuffle now just carbon breaking down in a non biodegradable bag.
The only oasis in this languishing landscape is this Taco style Bell.
We claim to see the patterns set before us but we contain only the capacity to fool ourselves evermore. Over sensitized and underwhelmed we wonder whimsically through this overbearing existence lacking understanding of even the simplest concepts.
However often the thought of ending this thing so poorly described as "life" crosses my miscreant mind I trudge on only knowing there is a half dozen "SPICY POTATO TACO"s and "BAJA" style "BLAST" in my near future. Thank you employed humans of this food station for saving my life on a bi-weekly basis. For this you will be served in great fortune in the afterlife. I will see you there.