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Monday, March 7, 2005


   Prophesy of Burnt Toast
When the rooster crows for the arrival of the sun, the sliced, baked oats from the bag of wonder will be exhiled to the sueltering heat of the metal box, where upon white gives way to brown, and in turn brown to black. The air laden with smoke and heat will turn the once soft slices hard until they are lifted by an awesome force to the place of much clutter, where they will provide nourishment for the four-legged, red-eyed creatures with naked tails.

Well I hope every one enjoys my little prophesy. Yes, i know it is stupid and random but there really is nothing for me to do during math.

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