My avocado reminds me of a grape. However, not some brand new ripe grape. A grape that has been sitting for a few days and has started to shrivel up. But not quite a raisin yet, though. I’d like to think my avocado has been through it all: war, famine, apocalypse; the whole nine yards. Each little wrinkle represents a battle my avocado fought in. Whether it was WWII, or the COVID-19 Pandemic, my avocado is a fighter. Imagine how wise my avocado is. The near-infinite wisdom it possesses would be unparalleled. Maybe if my avocado governed the world, bad things would just cease to exist. Sadly, a sadistic individual would probably just make my avocado into guacamole before it gets the chance.
The Battle-Scarred Avocado
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All hail avocado. Avocado is omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. I bet that the avocado has some killer stories like a war veteran. That moment when the avocado goes through famine. Does that mean avocados eat food? I like guac so I will probably eat it anyways.
Yes, my avocado eats food: wisdom
As someone who enjoys guac I wouldn’t think twice about eating it. Except maybe if it could talk and share all of it’s potentially infinite wisdom. Then I’d feel bad. How do you think it would govern since it’s, well, and avocado with a shelf life?
My avocado would defy natural laws and live forever
My favorite line: “Maybe if my avocado governed the world, bad things would just cease to exist.” To me, you earned the right to make this claim by your specific observations mixed with personification and self-consciousness. Right: he’d be guac and never have the chance. We’d wake up from the dream you offer your readers as we transition out of your entry.
Thank you!