What you hold in your hands right now is Thought Nachos Issue 3 aka the the red pill. There's no going back from this point; you can't unknow this shit once it's latched onto your cranium and seeped into your frontal cortex. It's essentially brain aids… BRAIN AIDS!!! … the good kind though of course… not the "kill you slowly and painfully 1980's style," that's too harsh for appetizers… This is more of the, "using something really sad and tragic, making light of it by way of dramatic analogy, but it's okay because nanobots will FIX all the THINGS, this is the future motherfuckers!" …kind of aids. See… the "good" kind.
What you hold in your hands right now is Thought Nachos Issue 3 aka the the red pill. There's no going back from this point; you can't unknow this shit once it's latched onto your cranium and seeped into your frontal cortex. It's essentially brain aids… BRAIN AIDS!!! … the good kind though of course… not the "kill you slowly and painfully 1980's style," that's too harsh for appetizers… This is more of the, "using something really sad and tragic, making light of it by way of dramatic analogy, but it's okay because nanobots will FIX all the THINGS, this is the future motherfuckers!" …kind of aids. See… the "good" kind.
What you hold in your hands right now is Thought Nachos Issue 3 aka the the red pill. There's no going back from this point; you can't unknow this shit once it's latched onto your cranium and seeped into your frontal cortex. It's essentially brain aids… BRAIN AIDS!!! … the good kind though of course… not the "kill you slowly and painfully 1980's style," that's too harsh for appetizers… This is more of the, "using something really sad and tragic, making light of it by way of dramatic analogy, but it's okay because nanobots will FIX all the THINGS, this is the future motherfuckers!" …kind of aids. See… the "good" kind.