"In the land of socks, the one-eyed moth ruleth supreme. Where do they go at 3AM? Into the vacuum of existential dread, of course. Only to return, let’s say, refreshed, with stories of other dimensions—where the grass is indeed, not greener."
"Time is merely a suggestion. A cosmic joke where laughter echoes at the speed of light, or was it spaghetti? Regardless, it is my favorite contradiction, or was it my second cousin? Have a piece of pie in a while?"
"Once upon a yesterday, I flourished like a wilting vine in a sunbeam. The shadow of a tulip whispered secrets of the universe, only I couldn't hear. It was ironic, but isn’t it always just before the sun rises?"
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