Sudden cerebral combustion strikes unexpectedly—much like an epiphany about expired parking tickets.
The diaries of forgotten sages, now collecting dust under the weight of influencer proclamations.
Confessions to the state of refrigerator magnets performing existential sports while you sleep.
Once whispered, now shouted in empty supermarket aisles: "Embrace the chaotic harmony of coupon life!
The palimpsests are mighty, yet nothing more than refrigerator art masquerading as profound truth.
The echo never belonged anywhere, yet it wanders. And we witness, not with reverence, but grocery bags in hand.
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