I dunno, everyone keeps telling me spaghetti and ketchup is disgusting.

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I dunno, everyone keeps telling me spaghetti and ketchup is disgusting. I dunno, the tart of the vinegar causes Lucifer himself to seize and torture your tongue in the deepest depths of hell only for you to be dragged back by the fructose which dances around you in a ritual like manner similar to the cults of old with the spices being the blood and sacrifice to ignite the ritual and to bring you back to your sense and into this world. Once you are back, the flavorless spaghetti dilutes the previous drug of the ketchup so that it does not overwhelm your sense and stabilizes you in the real world just long enough for you to see that the ketchup is everywhere. You then look to the right and see a building of ketchup stretching and grasping towards the sky only to fall ketchup short of it. You notice. Ketchup as the dog. Ketchup as the people whom collar and chain the ketchup dogs. Ketchup as the sun that looks down on all. Ketchup as the clouds. Ketchup as the infrastructure that hold this society together. You then run away, looking for an escape but there is none. Ketchup is all. Ketchup sees all. There is only one god: Ketchup. You see ketchup people everywhere, you run shoving them aside, their bodies turning into mist with each shove. You cry and cry and cry. You are a murderer. Your victims: ketchup. You cry and suddenly you don't care anymore. You run again, destroying all ketchup in your wake. It's dark now and noketchup is left standing. The moon, ketchup, sees all, It intensely stares at you through the clouds of ketchup. Your guilt crushes you. You move left but then right then left again and now ketchup. You fall into a hole. The ketchup moon follows. Its gaze reaches into the hole and illuminates ketchup for you to see. You stare and stare and then, staring back at you, Spaghetti.