Over-Decaffeinated People

Placebos. . . Placebos. . . Placebo effect. . .

When will it end?

I have returned to my old past time favorite. . . COFFEE . . .

For weeks I've been drinking coffee to soothe my morning sickness and to be more than awake in front of the PC. forty days and forty nights. . . err. that was my routine coffee in the Morning. Until we went to the grocery to refill that dying jar of coffee. . .


I noticed that my Mother bought "DECAF" and I asked her if i could buy a separate coffee but with caffeine on it. . . she said OK. . . and asked her again. . .

"Is that DECAF in our cofee jar all this time?"

"YES"

. . . The whole universe spun around me in a hazy and purplish kind of way like emploding and exploding at the same time, like being sucked in a black hole then suddenly finding my self in disbelief at the center of the grocery store. . .

A big "?!!" was in my thought bubble. .

and that was me. . . Scared, Paralyzed, Betrayed. . .


All this time I believed that that coffee helped me to stay up in the oddest hours of the morning. .
All this time I believed that that cup of coffee helped me keep my sanity and my self in place. . .


The mind is tricky. . .
What you believe is what you see. . .
What you believe is what you feel. . .
What you believe is what you are. . .
What you think you put in your mouth makes you stronger. . . but in reality, if it's DECAF. . .

you're a fucking loooooooooooooooooser...