On the edges of perception, where shadows occasionally giggle, the phenomena manifest not as signs but as witty disasters in the theater of human absurdity.
The chicken crossed the road, contemplating the existential implications of asphalts and avian destinies. \( \text{Ask its therapist} \) \[ \text{She has a busy schedule} \]
In another sector, a philosopher accidentally spilled coffee on the manuscript about basking in the glow of implicit contradictions. Now, it’s a bestseller in unexpected genres.
"To be a non-entity in a universe of entities was a peculiar plight. The pigeons do not journal; they simply exist, filing complaints to the cosmic HR."
Pulling on the short end of a long, tangled string, one finds the secret to procrastination wrapped tightly around an abandoned lighthouse. - Anchors aweigh, but with caution and a sense of ironic humor.