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Skipping across the surface the space folded a perforated hologram. Entangled in the divine the notes appeared in the dew entranced by the radical freedom of the phoenix. The wild abandon of a lone wolf the call of apples, one of earth one of air, for a moment dancing towards the roll of a distant pipe.

Stephen King has written a novel about teen-agers in love.

Sylkat

The Kinks wearing blue hunting jackets.

As I was walking down the stair
I saw a many who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
Oh how I wish he'd go away.

My favorite poem.

The blue book, amongst other bandanas, agitated the labyrinthine repose of the canary. Where a candy stripped horse used to sit a receding pillow now stairs at popcorn on a Scandinavian sunset. Flying on a magic carpet the pillow and the canary dance among the birch.

a bright pink balloon,
floating down a gutter

Pennywise reached up from the sewer and popped that balloon.

Sylkat

Synergy blue sky cannibalism. Panes of disruption in the Taj Mahal.

Someone told you today, 'Sometimes a dead chocolate cake on the stairs is an act of war'. You cracked your knuckles and stared at the monkey doing an action painting on the wall. Time is a lot like yoghurt at times like this.

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four white flying porpoises

Chucky the Homicidal Doll dancing the Fandango, clicking castanets, and stomping his little feet.

Sylkat

First person: I know, that he knows, what I know. But he doesn't know that I know that he knows what I know.
Second person: But how do you know, that he doesn't know that you know that he knows what you know?
First person: What? [walks away confused]

Sounds like you write scripts for daytime TV dramas.

As performed by rabbits.

Wearing sarongs and elbow gloves.

Sylkat

I'm back. And here it is:



Now, for some surreal text...

Defined by splats, unto those corsets be tied, nay, not an aside of platter. Be you, be me, be they. Neigh! What is - is what? Delighted I'm sure. Methinks the frog doth protest too much. Tongues are tied within caves of blackness and pink spirits zip up your bag.

Oh go on then, have another piccie:

A snake with blue eyes.

Decaying wood capsules tangled in tubes of pollen falling from wimpering weeping willows.