4th Fugue

Bad for Your Kidneys


The bottles of coke here in the U.S. are at least 1.5 times as large as the ones back in the bad old Philippines.

I find this highly amusing, of course. It’s an excuse to swig more of the stuff at a time. Writing on and on about the specifics of the taste and temperature of the stuff, while possibly consistent with the style used in these entries so far, will be highly redundant. I’m sure of it. Christ, you all know what it tastes like.

Apparently, it’s also ridiculously bad for you. Wikipedia says it can cause obesity, osteoporosis, caffeine addiction, and diabetes. And that’s just Wikipedia. 

My anatomy has a significantly different argument with the cold, translucent brown stuff. 

There’s something wrong with my kidneys, or at least the surrounding mechanisms thereof. I drink enough coke, and particles begin collecting inside all my fucked-up tubing.

Shit happens from there on out.

Shit like unbearable lower abdomen pain, screaming, and sudden disappearance from classes for about three weeks. And visits from some freaky doctor who is hellbent on cutting me open to “get to the bottom of things.” Given enough iterations, death will ensue. I think.

Of course, I still drink the stuff. It makes me feel better, even when I know it’ll actually make me worse.

 

We are fated to fall in love with the things that are fated to kill us.

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Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
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