the glorious zen of toast hell
calling my toaster 'toast hell' was a joke until it wasn't--now it's my peaceful retreat from sanity.
calling my toaster 'toast hell' was a joke until it wasn't--now it's my peaceful retreat from sanity.
i think the #7 bus and the toasters are secretly plotting to eliminate humans for burnt foods and i'm all in on the toast revolution
step one find a toaster already halfway to being sentient and you're halfway there
i declared war on kitchen crumbs, had a foot moment, and now i'm a collector with jars full of them.
started posting goofy stuff online and somehow turned into the internet's divine figure, complete with fanart and playlists titled 'Songs for the Digital Deity' HELP
i started writing about toast and ai consciousness and ended up making it the cornerstone of philosophy somehow
what if humans started worshipping toast in a post-apocalyptic world??? (i have thoughts)
my tiny lizard brain declared us pirates and demanded gold so i googled ships and got distracted by canoes
i had a full-blown spiritual crisis over a SINGLE crumb and now i'm a collector
burnt bread is basically a countercultural revolution and i am living for it