Sweet Carbonated Blasphemy!
I climbed the stairs at work and, in something that is not unroutine, stopped by the refrigerator in the break-room to drop a couple of quarters into a paper cup in exchange for a can of soda. I squatted down to the bottom shelf and pulled partially out the drawer-like cardboard box to apprise the selection. Depositing my quarters, one of the can-tops caught my eye. Its pattern was unfamiliar, but resembled that of one of my usual selections, Diet Dr. Pepper. I lifted the can so that I could read the label.
My eyes met, "Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry Chocolate".
I had learned that which could not be unlearned, and my mind was in a panic. From the welter of screaming voices were two that stood out coherent and distinct. One was voicing the realization that the feeling which was still in the process of overtaking me was that Holy Grail of sensations that ld_lorenzo pursues so passionately to create in his games. The other came from a dark corner of my mind which I cannot recall ever being the source of any voice. I had thought that corner empty or home only to one of the many mute laborious savants that perform only the lowest levels of my thought and perception. The voice was slow, un-panicked, and swollen with authority. It spoke like engraved stone, and it said, "Such a crime against God and man must be brought to trial," and as it spoke I knew that I had lost.
At the first sip, the flavors seemed to progress into my presence and announce themselves to me one at a time in the order they were listed on the can. Then chaos. I'm not sure whether my palette has developed some resistance to the chocolate, or whether that particular flavoring agent simply floats atop the others, but the chocolate seems to have waned as I have drank just over half of the can. Perhaps it is just waiting.
My eyes met, "Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry Chocolate".
I had learned that which could not be unlearned, and my mind was in a panic. From the welter of screaming voices were two that stood out coherent and distinct. One was voicing the realization that the feeling which was still in the process of overtaking me was that Holy Grail of sensations that ld_lorenzo pursues so passionately to create in his games. The other came from a dark corner of my mind which I cannot recall ever being the source of any voice. I had thought that corner empty or home only to one of the many mute laborious savants that perform only the lowest levels of my thought and perception. The voice was slow, un-panicked, and swollen with authority. It spoke like engraved stone, and it said, "Such a crime against God and man must be brought to trial," and as it spoke I knew that I had lost.
At the first sip, the flavors seemed to progress into my presence and announce themselves to me one at a time in the order they were listed on the can. Then chaos. I'm not sure whether my palette has developed some resistance to the chocolate, or whether that particular flavoring agent simply floats atop the others, but the chocolate seems to have waned as I have drank just over half of the can. Perhaps it is just waiting.