I have come to the conclusion
that my ugly toes are ugly
and destroyed because
There is fungus. In addition,
the ugly world is ugly
also because there is fungus.
This fungus occurs as
part of the process of
decomposition.
The human brain is decomposing.
And so fungus grows
in pandemic proportions.
I am not happy
with death or with
the inheritance of sin.
I have heard it said
that once a cake pan becomes
dented, then all other cakes
Made in that pan
will show the dent.
But the way I see it
If you don't want a dent
in your cake, then just
by a new cake pan.
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