Inside the embrace of paradox, where clocks melt into whispers, and whispers crystallize into clocks.
The banana peel slipped upon destiny's own foot, and the audience, a sea of invisible invisible elephants, applauded with thunderous silence.
Lemonade rained down from the open skies, while the umbrella danced a fabulous tango with the doorframe of reality.
Embrace thy paradox, for it is in the folds of these whimsical disasters where the universe shrinks to a singularity of punchlines.