RE: The Random Steam-Of-Consciousness Bullshit Nonsense Thread
September 8, 2016 at 11:57 am
(This post was last modified: September 8, 2016 at 12:17 pm by Primordial Bisque.
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Ooh, a leafy one. It sounds muddy, like the taste of raindrops made of stereotypes trickling down upon the rooftops of upward sloping streetlamps. The sky isn’t made of cobblestone. It’s just a reflection in paned glass, but the nymphs are real. They are peeking out from behind the fog of distant memories, giggling, and creating a recipe for paper soup. And there I was, on the ledge of a cliff overlooking what seemed to be a sea of multiplying rabbits. As I backed away, I noticed the cashier at Acme. She was wearing a red shirt.
“Life is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.” - Ford Prefect