Capsaicin -5minutefreewrite
My mouth burns. Never on command, and never the way I want it to. It burns with the fires of a thousand burning suns, searing my intelligence. It hides good decision making behind a facade of survival. There is no escape. Cold only makes the pain more complex. Milk deepens and distributes. Carrots tempt bit tongues and lips.
As salt in my wounds, so capsaicin reveals weakness.
A salt and vinegar potato chip prepped the horror. A tasteless salsa provoked the horror. A raw jalapeno delivered the promised premise.
And now, no matter where I turn, I know I am alive. I am eater of jalapenos. I am biter of death. I am sleep country USA, why buy a mattress anywhere else ding.
I am delirious.
Todd, did you join a cult?
Who's Todd?
Oh it's a reference to an episode from Bojack Horseman. The main character's friend joins a cult, the episode is a humorical take on improv. S02E10 I think.
Ah! I watched the 1st season. There's a lot of "improv is a cult" parody in the world, one of my favorites is this one:
At least it wasn't something hotter like a ghost.
Indeed. I once played hahahabanero. That wasn't as painful as today, though. Some peppers vary so greatly:
Very Nice!! The few times I ate an abundance of peppers, all different varieties was at Pepper Poker. It was fine and dandy until the next day!!