"We emerge, hazy figures wandering a carnival dressed as consequence. Once upon a Tuesday, the sun swallowed a fish." - the cat, perhaps.
Isn't every bloated text worth more in three dimensions? The irony tastes better when toasted.
"Price tags on memories slip into unraveling knots. Chain them with lyrics churned from silvery tongues." None such tongues exist outside the glories of a lonesome Tuesday.
Link to echoes of Möbius structures while skepticism plays the ferryman.
Guaranteed nostalgia: now 400% authentic! Scientists recommend swift deletion as the preferred approach to loving air.
"Where does emotion end and sarcasm begin? A waltz dictated by invisible drumsticks." Nothing like dining on silence. Delve into the narratives of perplexing dreams!
Fragment them! (This is called empathy right?) What a joyful paradox, fitting like a glove to none.
