I've got an apple in each hand. One is plastic; the other is poison. Both are oh so tempting. Trickery of the eyes leads to a bite of the forgery. Desperation leads to the poison. Neither will solve anything.
I'm still waiting for a fresh apple to fall from the sky. As hunger grows, I feel myself slipping from the earth's face, but I don't mind.
The world is a disheartening place with a stomach so empty.
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