I HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO DECIDE WHAT OBJECTS TO SMASH
And I already wasted one. My, this is a dilemma.
But enough of this preposterous banter[edit | edit source]
Why? Because there are three tapes on your desk.
In a row. Like row apartments, except containing magnetic blips instead of obese magnetic blips. With cats.
Count them. Three.
None of them are recorded in English.
They don't come with typewriters to emanate their meanings for you.
But if you tape them to your forehead, one at a time,
each by each,
at the beach.
SANDAL[edit | edit source]
Two of them. Both taped to my own forehead. Though I'm pretty sure they duh...duh...anywho, itchy ears present the universe through a hole. A gateway to more itchiness. Spiral. Spiraling clams. Osmosis. I just found another sandal, in my SOCKS...
IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE IS WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE
Pulsations, of the type of that type of the one that, like most great artwork, nobody liked.
Cataclysmic......like a pair of trousers.
I can hear a distant rumbling that reminds me of another time I heard distant rumbling. It reminded me of something then, too. I forgot what it was. That remiinds me of something.
...078420[edit | edit source]
What a coincidence! I'm standing behind another person who's holding up a red sign also! Globe internet. Unwilling installation. His mustache ditched him for his beard, and both of them are unavailable at the moment.
Post Polio Syndrome[edit | edit source]
Now I want you to poll, in order to find!
Oh yeah? Been checking with hillgreen, to that free chop?
A CAT just crawled out of one of the tapes.
It's standing on top of your cranial brick.
Five minutes. Five minutes.