Dear friends, if you were offered the opportunity to lie on the floor and look classically rancid, what would you choose to be: a whale or a shark?
Let’s bowl now. You all get strike after strike, while I keep rolling into the gutter. You’re all better than me.
I just heard some bird whistling. Was that your mating call?
Why do fishes and crickets have the same face?
Here’s your answer. Everything is created by advancements in technology: protons, electrons, handheld appliances, dogs, cats, kids in cages, Cheese Doodles (baked puffs of extruded cornmeal), every hairstyle from flat tops to hi-top fades, Jheri curls, bald caps, lobs (long bobs) and pelts of wildlife made into headgear. But there’s a hard limit: When the peak is reached, identity is achieved.
I wrote a report for a Scientific Magazine about my latest invention: Lukewarm Ice. The editor retitled my piece “Water that Freezes at Room Temp.” Next, I’m going to try my hand at creating Cold Fusion.
Every time you find a bloody knife by the roadside, you use it to whittle a block of wood. Every time you dive into the river and find a fake rubber gun, you dump out the ammo and give the emptied weapon to your house-pet, so that he or she may use it as a chew-toy.
I assume that we all agree: the concept of freedom, when translated into this dimension, aspires to perform the selfsame chore as an angel’s hairpin. If that’s truly the case, then please think of me as an army-sized Liberty Doll made of pop-diva steel.
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