A customer a few weeks ago announced it will bring back aspartame sweetener to one of its diacolas.
That's about a year after taking it out.
It's sweet. It tastes like sugar and deceit.
I know my body's been keeping receipts of each transaction as they happen.
Passing through my liver quicker than glucil or panic.
I'm public transit, but calorie counting never found me any peace.
But I do it every day. My therapist says it's a disease.
While my doctor chews me on, he says I've got too much on this frame.
Guess it's just another day.
I'm drinking my aspartame.
And it's not a real one. It tastes just the same.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm drinking my aspartame.
And it's not a real one. It tastes just the same.
Yeah.
Microwave staples, chicken wings, and pizza bagels.
The angel that never fabled even in the after table.
But it's good enough for Tony. It's good enough for me.
Share some at the skate park with the melee shop and the concrete.
Enjoy a simulation till the hard drive rusts.
Artificial ego, call it Elon Musk.
A fabrication of a station doesn't like the disgust of trust.
Fun to help a science * suddenly.
Start up.
How many home runs have people hit from third base?
Are you * lying on purpose or is it an honest mistake?
Please take a second.
Know the story that you've written is fiction.
And quit your bitch and victimizing addictions.
Not a depiction.
You sell the people a brand new contradiction.
Public crucifixion is warning.
Given the right conditions.
Misinformation trying to drown my brain.
Guess it's just another day.
I'm drinking my aspartame.
And it's not a real one. It tastes just the same.
Yeah.
I'm drinking my aspartame.
And it's not a real one. It tastes just the same.
Yeah.
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