Last time I ingested a sizeable amount of K, I watched a 4k documentary about Java (the island). During the height of the effect and when reality was falling apart to be obliterated in the K hole, despite having an extremely hard time typing, I found it was extremely important to write a thought down for future me. With great effort, I went to the computer and wrote on a new .txt file.

Later, when sober, I read the note.

It said:

“I understand Java”

protip:

I don’t know or understand dick about Java.