Reflective Musings
In whispers of the transitory silence, I find myself drawing conclusions...
The smell of forgotten paths lingers; their echoes barely touch the ground. Is it freedom I'm tasting, or simply the illusion of endless roads?
Lost Gardens are but a dream oft cited in passing raindrops.
–– And so, I write to the shade of the tree I never did plant. Its shadow arrives before its seeds fall.
Sketch Comedy Disaster
”Look, it's a pie!”, exclaimed the philosophizing platypus, accidentally setting the theatrical stage on confectionary fire.
This odd collision of humankind and dessert was superfluous.
But it annoyed the general public
enough to trend on 'TwitLetDown'.
Meanwhile, TKCM 5000 jammed on an unpunctuated phrase of questionable humor.
The apostrophe denied the union, opting instead for mischief above the letter 's'.
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