naustalgea:

oh, salty chips

how bitter wouldst thou be without 

thy lovely salsa which spills out

of thine scoops

oh, dear salsa

thou’st but a damp mound

of heat

i believe thine peppers might agree

without thy tender touch of the chips

tis but a sorrow to my lips

but oh, how you both are fleeting!

despite coexistence, always leaving!

a frenzy, a cycle of buying and eating!

and the burden of heartburn ev’ry morn’

(via whodafuckinvitedhim)