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Bread is all a figment of
They think of a heavenly, ethereal food that they may eat with honey, and they imagine bread. They can imagine it rising, and what it smells like, but bread had never actually been invented yet. When you eat sandwiches, you think that the meat it between to nice soft pieces of bread, but in reality, you are holding greasy lunch meat smothered in mayo between your sweaty palms.
Bread takes us to a faraway land, one that may blow
This is when bread comes to mind.
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When you think you are spreading some strawberry or blueberry jam on a nice piece of bread, you are spreading it on your table.
Toasters were invented for nothing, and bunbags just blow around on the streets of San Francisco. Bread
I, the nice and enthusiastic guy walked into the bread factory, leading a group for a tour, and then the door to the factory shut and locked.
I lead the group through the machines, which did nothing, just mold and bend air, and the wind brushed up against my back. A single lightbulb flickering from the ceiling went out, and the panic mode switch was flicked on.
Then, what happened next made me scream. One of the bread smashers fell over and crushed my hand. Blood splattered and sprayed all over the group, causing them to scream and make a run towards the door.
Then, I found myself leading a bunch of scaredy-cats through a dark tunnel underground. The littlest girl in the tour was gravely crying. Then the tunnel split in half.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud and a bang.
I continued leading myself, and then there was a dead end. I declared very gravely,
There was this giant mass, like a bunch of squashed up bread, and it had freaking king eyes and a giant mouth that could make someone do a hollyhop beat through their own spine.
I kept walking and then found Dobby, a house elve singing some song.
My eyes narrowed.
I pulled a knife on dobby and skinned him right there. The blood going everywhere satisfyed me. I loved the sound of crushing bone and marrow globbing onto the floor dobby.
No responding-ness.
I knew I was going
I found one.
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Right at the turn of the duct, I found a rusty knife, I picked it up, smiling.
I began to viciosly crave my own flesh and tear out my ears. I ripped off my limbs and smashed them into bits. I tore my eyes out and
I tore at my insides and popped the ribs to get to the heart. I stopped. I wanted to rip it out the
I popped the lungs and air was sucked out of me. Now, trying to catch my breath, I ripped out my hair and began slicing at the scalp to get it off. Hair was now all over me but I
I felt my skull cap, pulled a hammer out of my stomach that I had swallowed, and smashed it into my cap. Bits one bone and cartlage flew everywhere in a hyper-realistically way.
I loved the feeling of pain. I stuck my fingers into the gooey brain and started warping it up. Suddenly, everything in my view began warping and changing colors. Probably because of my hurt brain.
I remembered the intetesains and stomach. I knew what to
I pulled them out and layed them beside me, happy with what I had done. Then, I remembered, why
I remembered the heart.
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It was still beating.
So I took it out with my blooody mutilated hands and grasped it.
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