I ate too much peanut butter earlier and now I’ve entered a world of peanut butter.

EVERY THING IS PEANUT BUTTER!

What do I do? How do I live? How do I get on with the task of getting on?

How do I make sure that in the aftermath of this peanut butter consumption, I am going to remain the same?

Nothing will be the same anymore and forever we are changed on a trajectory that I cannot control.

There is no turning back, for the past is now behind us and we are forever moving forward and the large consumption of peanut butter may have glorious ramification that I am unable to predict.

There could be many conclusion that are explored as once and all because the world is turning into peanut butter, and it’s the oily, limp stuff. Not the crunchy stuff like what I was eating before as it gradually took over my mouth and became something far greater than just merely a bit of peanut butter on bread.

I don’t know where I am to go or what I am to do in this world of nuts that are no longer nuts.

I don’t even know how to know what it is that I need to know, as I do not know what I know and therefore in trying to know what I know there is no knowing the knowledge of that which I know.

I think.

Maybe I will be able to ride the waves of peanut butter toward an unknown day along some sort of thing that can only be overcome with the attempts of subterfuge that I am so readily poor at committing, but only if I am wearing the hate that is not peanut butter until it is peanut butter, but at least there will be some sort of eternal food source that will be around me and therefore I will be able to make the journey without having to worry about going hungry.

Still, there would be a lot to worry about and in having to worry about that stuff I would have to do things, such as find something that will not become peanut butter despite everything else becoming peanut butter and therefore likely everything becoming peanut butter.

I know that there must be hope maintained, for there is always hop e for something better than a bad situation and there is more often than not a way out of a situation that seems impossible to surmount.

With that hope, perhaps the world could become not peanut butter once more. Perhaps there will be a better tomorrow that could not be seen just as of yet. Perhaps there will be a way to get around the situation of dire consequences and then one day we will be able to once more taste things of great taste, such as plums, Vegemite and cactus thorns.

Perhaps there will be a way out and then we will once more find ourselves with foods.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:37:52

I don’t know what this is about.

Such is life.

Written at work.