Burgers

Have you ever had that late night moment when all you really want, all you really NEED, is a big thick messy burger from some place fast and on the CDC list of things that can kill you?

Close to 11pm, after a really healthy class all about energy, meditation, right living, thinking, breathing and, of course, eating. But – about half way home the urge for something different overcomes all rational thought. The idea of my internal research mouse being overwhelmed with enough trans-fats and hydrogenated oils to mutate a horse is almost erotic. And that’s just the fries! Lets not forget the insecticide soaked tomatoes, onions and lettuce. The steroid pumped beef (? maybe beef ?), the preservative present bun and last but not least, acid, dye and sugar laden soda to rinse it all into the system with.

Small, Medium or Large? Let me see; a half gallon more soda and a half pound more fries for an additional fifty cents? How can I say no?

It is important to blame it on the caffeine in the pop when sleeping is more exercise than rest. No way it could be the chemical reaction taking place within. If this could be harvested it could produce enough energy to light a bulb and read a few hundred pages on nutrition.

It is important to remember the pure decedent pleasure of creamy mixed condiments on both cheeks and seven of ten fingers when that “What camel slept under my tongue?” feeling is there to greet me in the morning.

The little child joy of throwing my head back, opening my mouth, reaching up as high as I  can and dropping, with perfect precision, the last fry onto my tongue.

When medication kills your sex drive (and you’re already going blind anyway) there are only so many things that can bring about ecstasy and rapture. Take ’em where you can.

Peace, Ant-Knee (burping sound goes here)