"Your socks in the sink, your food in the fridge..."
"What's wrong with my food?"
"It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!"
Darwinism. That's it, that's right. Food that's evolved into a new, not so appealing but much more lively...mess. With growing hair and green and white as the main colours, crowding the spaces in that long-forgotten fridge, aided by unpaid light bills.
Green and white and soft and about to explode with gas. And the brown pool splashing to the grown; sticky, brown pool of undetermined jelly. I'm arms-deep in bleach and life blurting out from each and every corner, taking over where only death was before. Evolution. Darwinism. My very own tribute to Sammy-psychopsychic and Dean-tootoughformyself.
(And to the yellow eyed bastard...just die, will you? Die, then burn yourself.)