Pretty clever, isn't it?

Pretty clever, isn't it?

We are made to unrealise desire by the caffeinated deception and the appealing armed women who enforce it.

Just enjoy your coffee like a normal person.

It is not your tongue that tastes the milky sweetness, but the tongue of another inside your own mouth.

Not enough slots.

Reject the caffeinated illusion.

The red-and-black aura has dispersed. You see the coffee clearly for what it is: stimulants and sugar, wrapped in a skin of aluminium.

Congratulations, you fell for the attractive coffee lady. Is safehouse everywhere?

Oh, yeah. I can feel it.

What you feel is only the amphetamine-fueled delusions of copywriters and graphic designers, capital's true avant-garde. The promise of that which is not there.

You desire the red-and-black coffee because you see the attractive woman with compelling hair and you believe in her more than yourself.

Wait, so I don't actually want the coffee?

What you desire is not the red-and-black coffee but the solidity of soul that comes with knowing the coffee is your desire.

You want, therefore you are. Existence is confirmed by what it lacks.

That's what the whole fucking thing is about. An eternal shell game of desires deferred and approximated.

Doesn't that mean no one ever gets what they want?

This is bullshit. My soul is plenty solid.

As long as you keep wanting, of course it is.

No, I just want to get a slight buzz, take the edge off my fatigue...

All manufactured sensations.

I don't care about the ad, I really just needed it for the caffeine.

What you call your 'need' for stimulants is itself the invention of copywriters and graphic designers, capital's true avant-garde.

Nothing yet.

Nothing, ever. But you will buy another can in the search for it.