Tao Lin breakfast project part
I am staring at the toaster intently. I have just placed two frosted “toaster pastries” inside and depressed the lever, which will heat them. I stare at it, waiting for the clang of its completion to break up the day. I stare at it for seventeen minutes, writing a story in my head about how I stared at it in my trademark vivacious and ebullient purple prose. It is unplugged, I realize later.
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