Monotone

i cant turn it off i can’t stop or frown or cry because

im like a toaster except i only make one kind of toast and its golden brown and crispy delicious

but its the only toast there is and sometimes i want i want some black burned toast or maybe just bread just bread is all not golden crispy delicious

and

and

there it was and there we were and i wanted to be sad and i couldnt and so i wanted to be guilty and i couldnt and all i could do was laugh and i laughed

and