Potato eyes will watch you in your sleep as you live a potato life in a potato town with potato arms and potato legs, living with a potato family and talking to potato friends until your whole mind and heart are consumed by the idea of the potato, by the love of the potato, by the feel of the potato, again and again all you have are potatoes until your dreams and your death are marked and scarred by potatoes, etched into your potato mind with the edge of a potato blade, full of cold, hard, raw potatoes, and at the end as your greasy hands try to climb out of your potato hell you'll find that the only thing you are trying to achieve is potato.
Yeah this makes me want some potato chips. I wish for french fries.