I recently went to Taco Bell to get some of their new black-shelled tacos. I went into the restaurant filled with my usual love and anticipation for my favorite food, but after I ate a few of the black ones, I started to feel mad for some reason. Ordinarily, eating tacos is a very spiritual experience for me, as I begin to relate every ingredient of the taco to a positive aspect of life. The entire taco becomes a gorgeous metaphor for the beauty of human existence! But these BLACK tacos, they angered me. Something about them filled me with a simmering, seething rage as I began to relate the GREEN lettuce to the money so few of us have, and that Taco Bell executives have plenty of. Then I related the RED tomatoes to the blood of the innocent that is spilled in the midst of senseless fast food wars that are waged so that the Taco Bell elite can have MORE of this money. The YELLOW cheese tasted like tainted GOLD pesos that the rich Taco Bell suits plundered from the Mexican poor as they stole their recipes, as it crawled down my throat. The BROWN TACO MEAT became the SHIT we all have to put with, working for greedy corporate bosses who imprison us in their network of slavery, scooping us all into their black taco SHELL which is the color of oil and their cold, shriveled hearts, until a werewolf like me becomes filled with such vile CONTEMPT that I imagined hairs growing out of these evil black tacos. Under a Black Taco Sun I saw pubic hairs sprouting out of the tacos, the soft, delectable pussy hairs that covered all the beautiful vaginas of the world, all the hairy tacos that these rich, fat cats in the Taco Bell front office were fucking while I stand here drenched in my HATE and helpless, a stupid BLACK taco marketed to me by the biggest Mexican food corporation in the world and I became so PISSED!