I have never done, and will never do, hallucinogenic drugs of any kind*, for fear that they will turn everything around me into a waking nightmare. But that said… WHAT IS THE POINT if pizza places are going to shove this empty-eyed demon in my face when I’m stone cold sober? And those ellipses after the “motto”? JESUS. This entire image could easily double as the VHS cover of a forgotten 80s horror movie, tagline and all.
*Except for the time I took an Ambien instead of my thyroid medication at 9am and didn’t realize it til noon, when I found myself talking to a shimmying Elvis Costello poster on my bedroom wall.