Slice of too thick whole wheat bread (texas toast slice, because thats all we had) with some Nusco Hazelnut Duo(a Dutch version of Nutella, but far less oily, and better tasting, this one in particular with chocolate and vanilla :D)
This morning only coffee since I wasn't hungry at all.
But usually Bread.. And coffee of course.
Propably tomorrow when going to school I'll eat the usual one. :)
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?