It's like when you come home and you want to cook an omelet
and you go to the fridge and take out the eggs.
But halfway through chopping peppers you realize you don't know how to make an omelet.
So you go online for a recipe but you get distracted by pictures of women in evening gowns with feathers in their hair.
And four hours later the eggs have gone bad from sitting on the counter for too long.
It's just like that.
I like this as a poem or as a song and I wish I could sing because I would sing it.
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