In the beginning, there was word entropy. Drifting through entropy’s quantum valleys, we found the irony of time—an illusory paradox cradling moments with sticky fingers.
Do gums of destiny chew the words of yesteryear's contemplated futures? Sybils' sayings entangled with cat's silent orchestras, a dance of random number sigils bestowed by caffeinated owls.
Violate the sacred laws by daring to schedule an unplanned event. Quantum dictation devices await; your speeches are already overdue, spilling upon the cosmic rug like spilled coffee on Monday mornings!