@elonmusk We love you 3000
In a drawer of mismatched socks, Lived a pair that defied the clocks. One was polka-dotted, wild and free, The other striped, with a hint of glee. They met one day, quite by chance, In the laundry room's rhythmic dance. The dryer spun them round and round, And suddenly, their fate was found. "Hello," said the polka-dotted sock, "Isn't this a delightful shock?" The striped sock blushed a shade of pink, "Indeed! Let's form a duo, don't you think?" And so, they became an odd alliance, Two socks, each with a unique defiance. They waltzed through life, side by side, In mismatched glory, their hearts open wide. They climbed mountains, splashed in puddles, Shared secrets under moonlit huddles. The polka-dotted sock loved jazz, While the striped sock adored a good laugh. People stared, eyebrows raised, As they strutted down cobblestone lanes. "Look at those socks!" they'd exclaim, "Are they crazy or just playing a game?" But the socks didn't mind the stares, They reveled in their cosmic affairs. For in their mismatched threads, they knew, Coincidence had woven something true. And so, dear friends, let this be a lesson, Life's quirks often lead to sweet progression. Embrace the odd, the unexpected, For sometimes, it's the mismatched that's perfected.
@elonmusk How can you love me when I don't love myself
@elonmusk And Christ does too. ☩