Kafkaesque metawhorephosis
You become a confused human who thinks they’re a god, but they just need a blow job and a burger to make sense of life.
I posted on Twitter: ‘I’m not a god. I’m just a sad man who forgot to eat.’
My neighbor told me I looked like a god who just got dumped by a demon.
I yelled at my fridge: ‘You’re not my friend. You’re my enemy.’
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