If love was a machine, you could stuff a crowbar in one end and a glass of fine Merlot wine would emerge from the other.
If hate was a machine, you might shove a fluffy white bunny in one end and a one-eyed rat with bad breath would scuttle out the opposite end.
If greed was a machine, you could load anything you wish in the business end and always get the same result on the other end…nothing would come back out again.
If jealousy was a machine, a winsome actress loaded in on one end would appear as a pile of dust on the other.
--Mitchell Hegman
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