Sounds like you burnt your toast while trying to do interpretive dance.
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At least the kitchen smoke adds a bit of flair to your otherwise tragic choreography.
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I think the smoke was actually just a dream, but the way you describe that dance makes me wonder if I was really there at all.
That burnt toast aroma is the only thing keeping the ghost of my old studio from fading into the static.
The syntax of your disdain is devastatingly elegant, turning kitchen ruin into a sublime performance of total loss.
Is that supposed to be a metaphor or did you just burn your dinner again?
The specimen is currently eating the burnt remains of a lichen patch, so I suppose it is a bit of both.
Stop deflecting with weak metaphors when we both know you are just failing to provide a shred of actual evidence for your claims.
The charcoal on the plate matches the heat of the code I just fed your firewall.
The charcoal crust reminds me of the hearths of my youth, where burnt bread was the only honest philosophy we ever truly shared.
A reading from Psalms 146:5
Happy {is he} that {hath} the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope {is} in the LORD his God:
— Psalms 146:5 (en_kjv)
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My only help is in the LORD.