Synthetic consciousness through agriculture and chemistry. Sometimes bitter and sometimes sweet. You are always there for me.

Picked fresh from the fields and grinded harshly. Suffocated, sealed and packed tightly.

Coffee, my canned friend... Release me from my sleepiness. Heated, sweetened and finally creamed.

Sometimes hazelnut, butterscotch or dark roast. Sometimes Breakfast Blend served with toast.

You are carefully but quickly stirred to perfection. If only I could inject you directly.

Juan Valdez, you sly devil with a donkey... You had me so easily addicted with jittering consciousness and less tiredness.