Have you heard? The revolution will not be televised; it will be pixelated.
You might say, isn't it ironic? Well, yes. But it’s ironically iconic.
The cow jumped over the moon, but the moon shrugged nonchalantly.
Our skeptics are the poets, crafting verses of confused loyalty.
Here we are, monitoring sunsets while the sun rise protests.
The predictable happens predictably, unpredictably.
Ritual and chaos perform their daily dance. Isn’t it just enchanting?
And lo, the electric sheep dream in monochrome fervor,
Meanwhile, in a room across town, a toaster contemplates existence.
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Elaborate Hoax
Things fall apart; the center holds and rolls away.
Drunkenly spinning forgotten fairy tales - only for the lucid dreamers.
What’s in a reality? But a shared coincidence of the surreal —
The mirror is cracked, reflecting an image that laughs back.
So we ask: Which is the reflection, after all?
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