I would say "brownies" exist objectively. The concept "brownie" may exist to one person, while it may not to another. A child who has been living in a remote village in a remote land in a remote part of the world would not have heard of a "brownie". However, your average American citizen would probably have heard of a "brownie". What is a brownie? A feeling, an object, a definition? Anything you imagine.
Brownies are tangible on a metaphysical scale, so everybody experiences a "brownie" differently. A brownie is an un-quantifiable non-physical yet tangible object.
By including a quantity in your prompt, you generalize and classify the concept of "brownie", which is incredibly rude to those whose ideals do not align with yours.
You should be ashamed.
p.s. not rlly I love brownies so much I want one right now but I cant because I'm in class
Secret siren lover
Retire to your ocean cover
Run from the sparks
Run from your heart
Never to return
Love's scorching burn
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Lost in an entrapment of paths,
The weary soldier stumbles home
From above the gods laugh,
For soon he will be but bone
"Time. There is a lot of time in the world, minutes, hours, seconds,.."
"But we never have time for the things we want to say,. "
Working all day
A windswept ocean bay
Tranquil as light
Drowning in the waves
The human man goes under
For the solemn path he paves
Drags him asunder
A brief moment of rest
The sound of a kingbird's song
Nature's musical rest
A moment that cannot prolong
Back to work it is
Never to escape
The pull of the ocean
What went wrong?
That starry night
The bluebird's flight
A beautiful day
Faded to twilight night
Nothing can stay
In the light
For the heart once strong
Shattered at dawn
' You shine brightly, like the brilliance of the moon.'
' And you are the sun that gives me light.'
This was Difficult :l
The grains of the wheat, as coarse as sand
Are ground into flour, the sustenance of man
Dough as thick as a blanket is rolled out
Certain to satiate, without a doubt
Thrown in the oven, the tray burrs with heat
The shades of pastry, puffing into something good to eat
As a wave of heat puffs out from the oven like an explosion
It emerges, then gets brushed with a thick edible buttery lotion
Periwinkle flower is placed ever so meticulously
On this pastry that is molecularly
The best tasting in all the land
There you stand by the fire
With an open hand
Heart song tuned like a lyre
Flows through you like sand
The mind, the body are strong in you
The sheltered heart and the closed eyes unfold
For you draw all near to you
Preaching the things you behold
So teach me your ways, teach me how to heal
Your mind alone, I wish I could steal
This makes me weak
The desire to fix and tweak
You never show your faults to me or others
So nobody thinks, nobody will ever discover
The pain you go through that hides deep in you
I hope to learn how to control it
For I wish that I were harmony
So I could bring you to the heavenly
Sun-clad gates of peace and love