The new sport: spoon wrestling. Thousands of contestants from across the globe gather in the name of the spoon. Many spoons may be used at any one time, but no one spoon can be used in multiple time frames simultaneously, unless ruled otherwise by the government in power at the time. Creativity flows not from the mind, not from the soul, but from the cat. The cat is the root of all randomnity. Become the cat. Light the cat. To be random is to be the square of the cat, as it is randomnity's root. The cat can be used in many contexts, and processed until it is so random it is hardly recognised as a cat thereafter. The average velocity of a triangular cabbage generally co-incides with the external ineptitude of its owner. This often causes small countries to go to war, by affecting the "no-war" pheramones that are usually in the air.

The sponge thrusts its forearm into the concrete cow, of course causing cataclysmic catalytic cracking and clipping a curved classical characature onto a cackling concave cat. This is a sign of neglect between the mother and her child's earlobe. The visually impaired wander freely in a field of lamposts and molehills, a safety risk that can only be overcome with large quantities of miniature fridges. Its aspiration in life is to become either a toaster or a caterpillar, though it has not decided yet. It is mostly incidental of the grades it recives from its Higher thermal conduction and pupae classes. Jump empirically, revolve enticingly, my yarn stabbing friend. To a basic bedpost, every doorknob monkey eats with iterative thongs, happily attributing parts every notation. I find this very unfair, despite the fact that it does not hurt.

Revenge will be sweet, though personally an apple pie would be sweeter right about now. "Beep" goes the pigeon, "Beep". This worries me slightly, but I figure it must be normal. Inch by inch the table moves closer to its final destination: The teapot. Ashes to ashes, toast to toast. The new national craze, the national tree racing league, begins the semi-finals. About fifteen years later they realise that they hadn't planted the seeds and therefore it was a draw. The question is, draw what? When you draw with somebody in a race, what indeed is drawn? If I were to by chance annihilate a passing Venezuelan, would it be considered contrary to the act that when a tree falls in the woods it may not make a sound? If sense didn't make sense, what would? You see, if sense were not sense, then everything would make sense, since there would only be one choice: not to make sense, and yet since sense itself would not make sense, everything that didn't make sense would therefore make sense. Indeed?

I will swirl this butter churn until my leprechaun goes blue in the face, yet again moving backwards and forwards in a manner interlocking with none other than the enchanted scarab. I am waiting, waiting, waiting, for all reality to make sense, for sense to make reality, and for the likelyhood of charging skies to become clear to me. If this does not happen, I fear this message may entwine with Himalayan rat tails. Oh dear. Oh deer. Oh, a deer. Doh, a deer. Doe, a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of golden sun. Me, an idiot. I call myself, Fat, because I cannot run. Sew, my clothes began to rip. La, a word I cannot rhyme. Tea, something I should eat. Which brings us back to Doe, a deer, I just ran over... oops. Ok, let's stop that musical and run! Run, fool, RUN!!!

I cannot speak right now. I am being watched. I know I am being watched, because I am the watcher. I am watching. I am being watched. I am watching myself. I have no idea why, but it kinda makes me look paranoid, so I think i'll stop now. Well, I guess I can talk then. Never mind. Always mind. Matter versus mind. Simple minds. Simple things. Easily amused. Sneeze. Cough. Short sentences. Cannot make long words. Must. Use. One. Syll. Able. At. A. Time. Must. Find. The. War. Drobe. Or. Else. Flee.

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