Manifest of Bread and Thought
Between the two states of rye and white, there lies an unknown—a plot thick as mustard. Seek the deli's delight, layered meticulously like thoughts atop momentary slices, Borg stoic cheeses whispering, "Ask not for the password." Ye crumbs that tumble upon linen tables, herald a curtain call softly echoed: @$1=jalapeño&$2=guac↑$3ocatedSource()