#matrixpoison

They package death in bright colors and sell it as “energy.” Not the kind of energy that fuels stars or pulls planets into orbit. The kind that tricks your nervous system into thinking it’s alive while feeding your slow collapse.

Caffeine to whip the adrenal glands like a slave driver. Artificial sweeteners to poison the gut while whispering “zero sugar” in neon letters. Synthetic vitamins — megadosed, unnatural, and stripped of the living cofactors nature gave them. An alchemy in reverse: turning vitality into dependency.

It’s not food. It’s not drink. It’s a ritual. A ritual designed to replace your chi with circuitry, your prana with panic, your lifeforce with plastic. A canned sacrament of the Machine God.

And the cruelest magic? It doesn’t kill you instantly. It keeps you just alive enough to buy the next can.