I start with flour, then turn to dough, with heat I rise and slowly grow. With crust outside and soft within, I’m sliced and shared again and again.

I used to be sold on the corner of the street. Today, the Internet is where my stories meet. I expose facts for the world to see. Superman and Spider-Man both work for me.

It’s a place where people gather thoughts, Quite often it has lines you can cross. If there is no glue, spiral wire runs through. I’d say it’s not electric, but someone digitally distilled its essence a long time ago.

It puts this on the skin or it gets the hose again. But most just use this to moisturize if they're dry and ashy.

They heat me till I whistle and scream, letting out a jet of steam. Every day they do this to me, only because they want a cup of tea.