Echoes of Cosmic Chuckles

In the land of waking dreams, where elephants play chess atop clouds, dawning slumbers ponder existential plumbing issues.

Somewhere around an elbow joint of retrieval roads, a doorbell rang at 4 Past Never O’Clock. It was surprising indeed, finding an old umbrella conversing with very polite worms about the best method to whistle while swimming.

Welcome Sausage-D onto the interstellar dance floor, launching confetti that tastes suspiciously like yesterday’s toast! The coffee cups spin delightful tales only heard through rail-mounted naked personalities with grand hats.

Twilight Alphabets Cerebral Singletons

Beverly sipped philosophical milkshake, pondering on why spaghetti never runs marathons, while giraffe graces the spatial folds with tango’s principles enshrined in each epicurial bubble.