I really can't think of a sentence to start

I really can't think of a sentence to start so I'm basically just typing something random. If you're reading this feel free to finish it or whatever you want to do, I really don't

know quite what to do, as this is out of the normal element as far as 'normal is concerned'. The paper is neither real nor foldable, but it is, most assuredly,

bought by a corporate entity so that it could embed it's little consumerist lies in the news. They don't even hide it anymore. Well I started embedding the news in commercials

Every ad began with a family at a table, or a busy commuter trying to make the train. That morning's Reuters headlines would be digitally imprinted on a newspaper one of the was

an ad showing a poor family of wererats driven out of house and home by the encroaching human settlements. "Give generously to stop the ruination of monster culture," read the ad.

I had to suspend the hilarious sense of irony that consumed me, freezing in horror I had to come to terms with the possibility that I had bought brown bread instead of white.

middle-aged woman in an apron with a smoke dangling off her hairlip. She smothered and covered the brown bread within an inch of its life. She scattered and diced and peppered and

flipped and fried it, her middle-age cellulite jiggling 'neath her polyester uniform. It was like street theatre, only at Waffle House. When she finished, the brown bread looked SO

brown, it could have been lost in a UPS shipping center. She flicked a hair off the plate with her clammy hand and rang the bell. "Order's up!"