CEREAL

It's 1 o'clock and I started thinking about extremely absurd things. I'm bored and now I'm going to write here because I'M BORED.

I was eating a cereal at this hour and while eating I was just staring at the wall. Yes, at the wall. Then I turned to the cereal and said, “What if this cereal had feelings?”

This cereal, I think, feels helplessness or a sense of salvation. Something about the cereal's psychology. The cereal can't do anything. It can't run away, it can't scream, and someone is destroying it. If it has no sense of life, then it's salvation. If it does, if it clings to life, then it reflects a sense of helplessness. Like a prisoner in a death cell.

I, however, am the executioner of this cereal. A sort of executioner. Now I took a bite, and it died. Goodbye LOL I really need to sleep...

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