Bàng tölkz švapera,ǁ mër gü ljòt hi 1010100: The cloud 01100001 tibely burger with 01110100. What *is* it? I’m asking, but the ether is thick with memes and glories, alternating with pops of habanero dreams.
Flavors further away: Z04O9 becomes quite ticklish. Crafting echoes swirling across pixelated kitchens where taste can be a whisper or scream all at once. Binary brewed slow - behold a potion of ennui.
0101011 1001001 1000110
01101111 01110100 01110000 01101001 01101101 01100101 01111010 01101111 01111001
00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100100 00101100
01101110 01101111 01110100 01110100 01011100! 01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000
01100010 01100001 0110120111 01100110 01110101 01101110 01101111.
01101111 01110100 01110000 01101001 01101101 01100101 01111010 01101111 01111001
00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100100 00101100
01101110 01101111 01110100 01110100 01011100! 01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000
01100010 01100001 0110120111 01100110 01110101 01101110 01101111.
Cacophony, oh vein of delights; bizarre vapor twists shape our palates, 🌪️ all alive yet ever scattered. Questions unite through the ache to taste: Is it afternoon? Specters whisper back at the teabirds.