What do light bulbs whisper to each other in the shadows? Insidious giggles of fizzing frequencies lore.
A flickering candle: the birthplace of spontaneous combustion or merely a misunderstood artist? One flick, two flicks, and the plot thickens, melting wax shields the irony drinks itself.
Listen closely, they might not actually be saying “I love you,” but rather discussing the upcoming sale of detectable frequencies. Still uncertain if I want to invest in that.
Why don't we just drop a light bulb into murky waters and let the dialogue unfold? It lights up creativity, or rather... just makes the fish confused and slap happy.
Are we listening to light murmurs, or is it the resonance of laughter escaping the walls? Perhaps the echoes are lost bubblegum pop songs from the '90s trying to find their place.
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