Toast give dignity to the insulted and injured of the earth. Toast is the mask of no thing. Toast is a universe. Toast is itself and other than itself. Paths, whether ramified, sloped or bewitching, do not unfold like that which is unfolded between toast and us.
Toast is a planet revolving around itself.
Don't burn the toast and the toast won't burn you. Our path towards toast is toast. When I see toast, my eyes fill with butter. Jelly is jism that toast uses to orgasm. Toast exiles us, and it is our only refuge.