schism
three minutes after it all began something happened. there was the definite feeling of vagueness in the air.
meanwhile elsewhere a small child asked his mother for permission to ask permission. permission lived down the street in a splendid shack.
the shack had three thousand six hundred and fifty-seven rooms all without fireplaces.
it was the middle of the month and her hair had started to fallout, leaving her with no means of escape.
the facts, stated simply, will suffice. are you sure that is enough coffee, she asked.
he was standing alone minding his own business when suddenly nothing happened.
science kills mr. stein
mr. stein left his lips to science, science was broke and had sold his lips in order to get through graduate school, he was working on his master's degree in basket weaving, specializing in the use of pubic hair and non-aspirin pain relievers.
mr. stein had met science while vacationing in peggy's crotch, a small town in new york. science had just come into town when their auras collided. for weeks there were clashing colours all over the streets.
when science heard about mr. stein's will he beat hi, to death with a ton of used air so that he could kiss the french again, but he was arrested and forced to spend the rest of his life without punctuation
statement #3,756
he wanted to become a writer, but he had a fear of periods.
Warning: there is more to come.
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