A prayer to Toast


Thank you toast
for being what you are
which is toasty
and edible


Opinion #4 of 9


You are wrong.  I’m generally open-minded about things like this, but there’s no way I could consider what you’re suggesting.  I’m sure you would understand if you had thought about it at all, but you clearly haven’t, so I’ll explain myself.

1.  The average pig is not nearly tall enough.

2.  Where would you find that much helium?

3.  How can you know for sure that it will rain on the 17th?

4.  Why is this even a good idea?

If you can answer all of these questions satisfactorily, then I may reverse my position.  Until then, I’m not helping.

About this place


Hello, my probably imaginary visitors.   You probably think this is a blog.   I assure you that it is not. You know you can trust me because I am now telling you that you can. Probably.
As you should know already from having read the title, you are in the slowest elevator that ever was and ever will be.   It is going someplace, but not even I know where.  If you know, please leave a comment.
While you are waiting for the doors to open, I will entertain you with stuff from my head.   Originally, this was going to be about poetry, but now it will probably be about many things.  Whatever I think of will be what you will have the option to read, look at, and or think about and respond to.  I encourage you to do all or none of those things.
I have never built an elevator with WordPress before, but I’ve heard good things about it, so I have high hopes for this place.
I will post something more interesting later.