Once upon a chronologically ambiguous instant, in the far-off yet paradoxically close corridors of time, there existed an unfolding. But, dear reader, fret not, for it was a parallel unfolding, resulting in massively redundant consequences that only a true aficionado of the absurd could appreciate.
Imagine, if you will, a world where every decision splits the universe like an overenthusiastic pair of scissors. Ah, but which universe is it exactly that you're imagining? The one where pigeons are the de facto presidents, or the existentially dread-laden one where humans take baking soda for granted?
In the land where parallel unfolds, the people hold their umbrellas in anticipation of rain. Not in this dimension, mind you, but in the next where suns rise out of lakes and sunsets coincide with morning showers.
Hark! A tale from this parallel realm:
"I had a penny, or perhaps a cent of sentiment."
Astounding, isn't it? The speaker, an amphibious philosopher, soliloquized this existential quip whilst contemplating the socially stratified nature of pond lilies.
So, we ask you—are you, the reader, unfolding with us? Or are you merely along for the gyroscopic, nonsensical ride aboard the absurdity express?
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Counter-Clockwise Dreams |
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