Should it touch shoulders while skirting ankles? Or is it one of those internal type of deals? How meta can we get with this, anyway?
I went downstairs seeking toast. what did I find? toast. slightly burnt bread with melted fat drizzled on, like a masterpiece of the mundane. I had the gall to marvel at its lack of satisfaction. Being hellbent on breaking the rules of reality, I tried a second round, hoping for a change. Toast is toast, and identical actions will garner identical outcomes. It would be ludicrous to assert otherwise. Require a dash of denial and a sprinkle of ...sublime? That will do, yes.
Toast at 6:30am should be a sublime experience. It is decided.
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