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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 17

Suddenly, quite quite quite suddenly, the two apples were one. Quite quite quite... actually wait a minute, it wasn't quite that sudden if the free shipping time was considered. Or maybe it was. The suddenness was everlasting, it stretched on and on anon anon like a sheath. Of paper. Oh wait, that's sheaf. That's right chief, you is right as usual. Quite quiet.

A toxic mongrel fed. A strangely numb twitching in the firstrowfirstcolumn of what was once a six pack ab set was a terrifying indicator of adiposity. Marshmallow Adiposity. It was time for Marshmallow Subtractie. What makes a bitter? I bet he bought some bitter to make the bitter a bit better. He better bet a better bitter for but a bitter a bit bitterer. That's right Betty. I really don't know how you sleep. How do you sleep, really?

So what makes a bitter after all that? Old hens? Addie thought not. Not only about old hens. He just thought not. About nothing in general. Or in particular. It was a particularly general thought. Or not.

Minwheel, Everready the Hookah shighed a happy metallic shimmy in her post virginal vestibule. Life is easy.

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In another oddly shaped universe, Marshmallow Subtractie was sitting on a floating rock, fishing for nothing in particular. Some might argue that no universe is odd. It just is. Odd, isn't it? Then again, some might argue that in such a universe, Marshmallow Subtractie should be sitting upside down. Others might argue that rock should be sitting on Marshmallow Subtractie while he is being fished for. eb dluohs sgniht woh si siht taht eugra thgim sretho llitS.

Some argue just to bring an arguement into existence. Some arguements exist just to bring such people into existence. All such existing arguements are just other amusements. And others just sit and watch arguements about existence.

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