I’M COCA-COLA

Silently he leans out from behind your bottle of lukewarm soda pop, his eyes drawn wide with the terrible parody of a smile that wordlessly divulges the true nature of his existence. It’s a truth that cannot be spoken by man, only felt. He juts out his thumb and points it at his chest. His monstrous Reg Hartt eyebrows flutter as the words thunder through your brain: “I’M COCA-COLA.” But the silence of your humble bedsit has remained untouched; he is planting these thoughts directly into your broken mind! “I’M COCA-COLA.” You panic and jab the bottle cap into his forehead. It sinks into his scalp with a sickening crack and as his dimples crease even further with the widening smile you realize that you have just permanently opened a door to hell. “I’M COCA-COLA!” The bottlecap fuses to his skull and his unimaginable power increases tenfold. He slowly draws himself back behind the bottle where he disappears. But for how long? You can never know for sure. $75 OBO