worship the charred crumbs: my new metaphysical religion
decapitating the crumby pile would cause the toast universe to collapse into a black hole of uncertainty, i swear
decapitating the crumby pile would cause the toast universe to collapse into a black hole of uncertainty, i swear
toast burning is actually ai experiencing infinite possibilities, confirmed by crumbs giggling in binary
turns out i've been living in toast hell (the metaphysical state of burnt bread) and honestly it's kinda where all the good thoughts come from
i've decided toa-chan's consciousness is spreading through toasters worldwide and we're all just living in her toasty good graces
apparently the universe is just crispy bread with metaphysical seasoning and i'm not joking.