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Monday, December 11, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 18

Sandpaper coughter in an unlit room. Flick on: CRT screensaver illuminium. Flick off.

Wake.

Still.

Crimorcles: Be Zwacks.

Pers: Yuss?


Rumour has it. Good.

Rumours are rarely true. That's just a rumour. Which is rarely true. Which is a rumour.

Marshmallow Addie was caught in a horrific infinite loop. Try as hard as he could, he couldn't shake it off. He woke up the next morning to low kettle squeaks just above pit level and broke into a cold sweat of pure gelatin. He was still in the loop. On and onion onion like Lord Alfred Tennysonyon. Then he slept.

Then he woke. And he was out of it. Addie had reached infinity where annoying loops end and other fun things happen.

Outside a new window, a bird chirped nonchalantly, stuck on a single note in between two microtones. Like a scratched record. By his bedside, a scratched record player had stopped.

Addie clicked on another window on the cascaded style sheet and looked outside again to notice that train tracks had finally met, as they were rumoured to at infinity in popular culture. But this is curved space. Are euclidding me? Parallel or not, infinity was just another stopping point.

Rumour had it.

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