It’s not that we’re looking through the lens of grease-smeared bacon. Far from it. It’s that we’re finally seeing truth. A truth visible only through the translucent oculus of a paper plate anointed by the grace of the bacon. To know bacon is to see the world for what it is. Fuzzy. Imperfect. Delicious.
It’s not that we’re looking through the lens of grease-smeared bacon. Far from it. It’s that we’re finally seeing truth. A truth visible only through the translucent oculus of a paper plate anointed by the grace of the bacon. To know bacon is to see the world for what it is. Fuzzy. Imperfect. Delicious.