sicpowered

look again..


it's toast rendered fully. In three dimensions, and time-lapsed to perfectly resemble me. but in toast form. a little soggy around the edges, me just got outa tha shower. and tired, deeply tired, for no real good reason. no dreams to keep me awake, just a gliding useless prone quality to my thinking as i find new and evermore uncomfortable ways to lay in bed, alone i might add. maybe it's genetics, my toast parents being made of inferior grains, or perhaps i was not baked enough, or likely i'm just getting stale. plop me in some french onion soup, double bake me into croutons, hell just toss bits of me to the birds. in some fashion i could be consumed, be taken in and held, used to nourish. even prisoners from the dark ages ate mouldy stuff. even pigeons eat bread

consume me and be nourished, so i may feel useful. ahh screw that, just gimme something so i can sleep a full night...