(This was completely composed by me, a human, using the structure and wording AI uses)
At first glance my orange juice was a soupy sun, but upon closer examination it was an Iris sprouted from the acidic Earth. Rather than simply making my blood sugar dance, it grows powerful vitamins to repair the cells that were injured in battle. The complex interplay between cells on crutches and overcrowded field hospitals crowds chemo clinics.
It is crucial, essential, important, pivotal that I buy a big red hat, reinforcing the idea that I’m Jenny Joseph rather than J. Alfred Prufrock. This will be a powerful, compelling, profound, significant, striking, evocative, impactful, meaningful, unique way to pack my youth into a glass box so I can still see it clearly without being able to touch.
Ultimately, the orange juice and the red hat make the universe laugh. On the one hand, we are all getting older, on the other hand, the Milky Way has been injecting Botox for 12 billion years. The tension between constellations and ideal beauty standards is a Kylie lip kit.
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