"Behold the silent sandwich revolution!" quoth the donut-wielding samurai as he sashayed past a bewildered nurse with an oversized quill pen.
In a time not governed by clocks but rather by the whimsical flight paths of pigeons, the populace spoke loudly without uttering a single word.
"I'd prefer a ham over turkey in this existential crisis," murmured the invisible philosopher, gold pocket watch spinning through his fingertips.
Thus, in the anachronistic streets of 18th century London-upon-the-Lake,
the revolution was indeed pickled.
Taste with Delusion |
Cabbage with Contemplation