You can’t stay. Look at the moon, the sun. Look at your own heart. Everything moves, changes. It frightens me sometimes, but even my fear doesn’t sit down. My fear passes through, wanders on. If I can at last accept that I am flying, well then I’m flying and that’s not so bad.
That's the pot calling the kettle black.
That's the teapot scolding the cups.
That's the clock keeping the time.
That's a footstool dropping a hot load on the carpet.
And that's a candlestick sexually harassing a feather duster.
Alright, enjoy your stay.
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Okay, turkey bacon is a type of dog treat that has been repackaged as human food. Screw turkey bacon. Want bacon? Have bacon. GTFO with your pink cookie cutter salted bird. This ain’t Thanksgiving. It’s breakfast. God I hate turkey bacon so much.