2023 has brought to Normieville the invisible worm that flies by night. It burrows in the mind, causing an itch that can't be scratched. It comes attracted by the Siren Song to feast on the endless supply of cognitive dissonance in the new normal. The itch has folks seeking something to scratch on. The prescription blue pills don't hit the spot; word on the street is that only the red ones get the itch scratched good. But to find them one must venture off the plantation to where the wild ideas lurk.
God, I love these. A touch of sanity in an utterly insane world. Thank you for the mind morphine.