At the stroke when chickens juggle brightly, a tale emerges from the tea-soaked abyss.
“Was that a flying clam?” mused Jim, while balancing his existential pizza.
Join the quest to understand tuna philosophy with certified mmolims on the beach. Beware the cryptic sand dunes—they speak only in italics.
And the tide says, “Stop! I need to find my other sock first.” Such are the whims of our salty friend.
Troubles with understanding dreams woven by the ocean? Visit the Lost Island for self-pity pamphlets and seaweed sedatives.
Laugh as the waves script your destiny in parentheses, sometimes curly, often square.
Other features include: intermittent crabs, synthwave seagulls, and the occasional existential octopus.
Be the first in your aquatic circle to embrace the 'do not disturb' sign fashion trend.
The tide will tell, but will it listen? Or maybe it needs those critical 8 hours of foam.
For assistance with the tidal waves of wisdom, forecast the shadows.