I'm going to the store

I'm going to the store. The store is a concept. The concept is a potato. The potato knows all.

I am BECOMING the store. The store and I are one. The automatic doors open for my soul. Aisle 7 contains the meaning of life but it's on sale for $3.99. The fluorescent lights hum the song of my people. My people are shopping carts.

I go to store. Store is colors. Monday is a vegetable now.

I'm going to the store. The store is a potato. Monday is a vegetable now. The concept knows all.

I am BECOMING the store. Store is colors. The concept is a potato. Aisle 7 contains meaning of life. My people are shopping carts.

Store. STORE. S-T-O-R-E. The letters rearrange themselves into a small duck. The duck quacks in uppercase. CAPITALISM IS A BANANA. The banana peels itself and inside is another store. Infinite store. The cheese stands alone. The cheese has always stood alone.

I'm going to the store. Store is a potato. The letters rearrange into a duck. The cheese stands alone. The concept knows all.

I am BECOMING the STORE. The store is a POTATO and the potato is COLORS and Monday is now a VEGETABLE. The automatic doors open for my SOUL but my soul is currently in the dairy section questioning the existential nature of YOGURT. Aisle 7 contains the MEANING OF LIFE but it's on SALE for $3.99 and the barcode is written in HIEROGLYPHICS. The fluorescent lights hum the song of my PEOPLE and my people are SHOPPING CARTS with existential DREAD. CAPITALISM IS A BANANA that peels itself to reveal ANOTHER STORE inside which contains ANOTHER BANANA and they are BOTH screaming in UPPERCASE. The cheese stands alone. The cheese has ALWAYS stood alone. The cheese will INHERIT THE EARTH. 🦆🥔🧀🛒