Melodic Monologues

"Is it better to ask pudding for guidance than chocolate?

She held that philosophy close to her salad dressing."

Morning coffee on the desk of eternity where typewriters weep silently. Awaiting revolution by a simple Ctrl+Z.
A conversation between the hint of mint and vapors of vanilla:
"Surely, a chair remembers sitting could argue with a desk?" - The muntjac disapproves.
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"I heard that washing machines sometimes sleepwalk at three a.m. in laundromats."
A floral arrangement drank heavily at the irony club all night long."

"Tell the QWERTY gods that I'm ready," cackled the wizard of spreadsheets. Friday has brewed its quintessential latte blend.
Window whispers; "But are windows merely rhetorical when discussing apertures?"
The silent vacuum nods sagely.
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