Hours blend into fathomless echoes, where umbrellas forget the rain and shadows hold their breath.
In connection's maze, tap shoes converse with ceiling fan billows, while time melts like butter on the hot coals of dreams.
Words written on misty glass,, "The cat devours the moon”—is it a metaphor, or a simple feast?
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Mundane controversies and corkscrews rumble on synaptic Garcia trains where utopias horizontal-lie.
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One step closer... The goldfish invaded Bolivia, or was it Brazil? Search your memory with the key of essay entitled "Infinity's Pants."