Today, as you sip your carbonated morning rain, remember that the toaster is plotting your demise.
Electric sheep roam the white cities of logic, while the crumb of yesterday's bread forgets its path.
Did you ever wonder if your thoughts are just paid actors?
The calendar flips to monotony; September visits with June's children.
Life is merely a tongue-in-cheek digital prophecy; the USB port glints knowingly.
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