if you are reading this you are getting older, you are now being strapped into something youve seen a certain un-named canibal sitting in while held against his will.  they seem to be shipping you to a nursing home, your kidneys are failing and you would like to yell at anyone who is misfortunate enough to come into contact with you, your previously perfectly sexy body is now fading, you are finding things in places you didnt think they could go, that clay stuff is sticking to your skin and you dont know why, your nurse comes in to give you your meds and you make sure to point out that he is gaining weight, he mumbles something incoherent under his breath, he then proceeds to stab you with a paperclip, normally this would be a small injury that could easily be dealt with but in your old age you have become quite the crazy woman, so you begin to rip at the tears in your skin and start eating yourself... it tastes good but you are now beginning to notice that you are losing an awful lot of blood and becomming light headed, for a breif moment your wits are about you and you make for the emergency button, your nurse flawlessly tackles you off your bloodstained hospital bed and remarks "not on my watch you old bitty!"

    You are running through an airport, chasing an elderly man who is only slightly overweight, maybe not even enough to be worth mentioning.  You know this man is afraid for his life and this is one of the most frightening moments he has ever had, but feeling his pain does not occur to you.  You are on a mission, you have never chased anyone before but this is exciting you.  He seems to be getting away from you and you feel this is not acceptable.  You conjure up an all terrain vehicle, a four wheeler, to gain your position on him.  You ride up escalators and through crowds of people to get at the man but he seems to have gotten away from you.  As you exit the airport you look around for the man for almost no reason, because you can sense he has escaped unscathed.
    You glance to your left to see what is absolutely, the most beautiful sight you had ever laid eyes on, a vision to say the least.  She is looking directly at you.  You know deep within your soul that she has been around a very long time, and there is a vibe… you definitely feel as though "her time" was in Egypt, a very long time ago.  She doesn't say a word, but you know… She is judging you.  You close your eyes to try and apologize but you can tell being sorry is meaningless.
    When you open your eyes everything is black, this is unsettling because you know you can feel the ground beneath your feet.  While looking down, the dull, dreary light fades into existence to reveal the fallen leaves beneath you, covering every part of the land.  You know where you are, this is not where you want to be.  There is a house in the distance and you can smell what you believe might be a campfire. 
    Beside you to your right stands an enormous dog resembling a rot wilier but at least twice the size.  Instead of fur he seemed to be covered with something else… Mostly black with a little red, reminds you of smoldering embers.  At this moment you are not afraid of the dog, you feel as if he is your companion.  You can easily sense this animal does not have the mind of any ordinary dog, it is extremely intelligent, perhaps and most probably more intelligent than yourself.  This humbles you, you look into his eyes and can detect a hint of sadness.  Suddenly you are insanely overwhelmed by fear and cannot function because of it. You close your eyes and wish yourself away from this awful place.

    You awaken to find yourself speeding down the street as the passenger and the driver, all at the same time.  You are preparing for something big, a fight. You try to bring courage to the group, but in all the excitement your memory has faded.  You mentally ask the person who has trained you, your mentor (You recall he is a black man but that is all you know) to refresh your memory, he shows you the cards.  You imagine shuffling them yourself, he starts laying them out in a certain order, King, Jack, Seven...  It all goes so quickly you cannot absorb the correct order.  The car pulls into the driveway, followed by a red convertible.  You know there is no time for training, "the hero" who happens to be riding shotgun immediately jumps out of the car flying toward the convertible.

    You immediately follow suit and rush out of the vehicle.  When you look at the car parked behind you the only thing you see is the demon, a female with a moderately large head who seems to be of Asian decent.  She seems to have others with her but you only see her, her evil smile.  You are immediately stunned by your fear, this is the first time you have done this sort of thing, sure you've fought demons before but they have all been unintelligent.  This was different; you knew she had been around a while.  Everyone in your group aside from "the hero" runs into the building, as you look at this building you can tell this is a safe haven, and you will have more time to concentrate to build your support.

    Inside this building there are 4 rows of what seem like cafeteria lunch tables running through almost the entire length of the room.  There are various items on the tables but they seem insignificant, except for the food.  You are quite hungry so you head over to one of the tables and start eating.  A slightly overweight Arab looking woman walks over to you, says "for luck" and hands you what seems like a brazil nut.  Upon closer examination of this woman you can easily see there is a problem, the lights are on but there is nobody home.  This disturbs you but you pretend to eat the nut anyway for fear that they will be on to you.  You nonchalantly walk around the room looking for a safe place to spit the nut out, but every time you look up, she is watching you.  Your seemingly normal walk begins to pick up pace, franticly you begin sliding under the tables to get away from her to spit out her gift but you cannot.  She is on to you.

In recent years you have discovered your boogers have become quite the delectable treat.
"Is it my diet?" you ponder.

Is it possible that magical forces are the culprit?
Could it be that time you were abducted by aliens?

Try as you might you cannot put your finger on the exact time the flavor changed, nor the flavor itself for that matter.
There seems to be a hint of cinnamon, but not really.

You make a mental note to have one sent off to the lab to be examined, and possibly be synthesized and replicated into a tasty snack to be sold to the masses.
"What shall I call these new treats?" you wonder.

You may be getting ahead of yourself because this is all preliminary logic, you cannot in good concience name this new candy unless you find out what it is made of and discover that it can be mass produced with very little overhead.