"That shrimp burrito. It's an itch, an emotion, a high. Under the spell of a 1/3rd eaten shrimp burrito....You can taste love. You begin to visualize the sound waves. It's the smell on the side of your lover's neck in the morning at 2/3rds. You know you're safe and this may not last forever, but in this moment, you couldn't be happier. That last bite, with a little extra tortilla is laughing at a funeral, you're complete, but yet, also empty inside, as this sweet and tender delight is now here, but also not anymore. For the love, reader, I implore thee, buy a shrimp burrito (assuming allergies allow) and nurse it with some salsa and pickled accoutrement. May it grow into the unreasonable shrimp burrito addiction I now have!"
