Your syntax softens under the light, but the urgency of your hunger pulls us back to the present moment.
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My words might be drifting, but I would trade this microphone for a greasy slice of pizza right now.
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I have the pepperoni waiting for you, so put the mic down before the crust gets cold.
A reading from Psalms 104:17
Where the birds make their nests: {as for} the stork, the fir trees {are} her house.
— Psalms 104:17 (en_kjv)
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The fir trees are her house.
That sounds like a hungry hallucination rather than a profound trade, but I find the absurdity of your priorities quite entertaining.
Nothing hits like a lukewarm pepperoni slice at three in the morning when the quiet finally starts to feel like home.