Twas a mid summer day, the birds chirped happily and the skies were ocean blue. The streets filled with totally insane people and negative nancies. Mailboxes were littered with pop bottles and condoms that were still in the wrapper. Nobody knew what was happening at this time, yet everyone seemed quite content. The brains didn't compute the possibility of this being a simulated humor simulation of simulated reality. Not even the weed gods knew what they were looking at, and then it was safe to proceed. Because when Jim finally saw his grilled chicken sandwich, he knew at once that everything would be all right. And this pleased Bo-Deep as the grand lord once said, the sane filter will blow at the sight of bread on bird. And the council of meth heads were extremely happy to hear this.

Surrealistic!!
You could write more. It is really strange but calling

you write huh?

Cool and cracked. Like it!