Ever he wanders from place to place, but never the beginning of a sentence. (Banana) he makes lovely hand-made oven mitts with his feet. In 1944, he invented gravity and also Gravity Falls. Sometimes, he can be enjoying the redness of rivers. Sometimes, he is a song. A song about certain beasties. (Penguin) he laughs like "he he he" - saying his own name as if a Pokémon. And then the dam exploded and Jack Skellington existed. Yes, that verb. Existed. (Fnurdle) he would like that verb. To exist: if one goes to exist, then where is it. If he goes to exist it's in Atlanta, but that won't buy the price of eggs. Poisonous tendrils of memetic exponency vibrantly flagellating at barmy intervals.
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