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Declared on July 14, 2024.
The stars screamed. The spiders sang. Things trundled by. A goat arrived. It made goat noises. A boat arrived. It made boat noises. The stars screamed. The spiders sang. My coffee was cold. Your coffee is cold. My tea is too hot. Your tea is too hot. I burned myself. My coffee was too cold. My coffee is too cold. My coffee remains too cold. The stars screamed. The spiders sang. The spiders even screamed. The stars sang.
A dog barked. A hog snarked. A schmog dorked. A spoon forked. A mouse squeaked. A moose shrieked. A goose honked. A rous wonked. Animals made noises. Plants did not make noises. The sunflowers swayed. The Schmarknocks flowers dripped. The potted plants plotted. My nose was doomed. Truly, my nose was doomed.
Words flowed. Syllables baffled everyone. They were indeed noises. They were sounds. Words however they weren’t.
Within everyone there is an underdog. On my head there is an overdog. Under my feet there is a dogskin rug. Above my eyebrows there is no dog. Below my nose something smells like a dog. Behind my buttocks there are no more dogs. I farted. They departed.
My nose is awesome. It is just right for a Pnårp. Becasue’s toes are awesome. They are just right for a Pnårp. Rows of corn are awesome. Corn hasn’t gone wrong. Corn never goes wrong. It never goes right either. Corn is always wrong. Corn is never not wrong. Corn simply is.
Nurdlebutt butted a nurdle. The nurdles scattered. Nurdlebutt meowed. Turtles do not meow. Cats meow. Nurdlebutt is a cat. My pet moose is not a cat. His name was Moosey. He does not meow. He did not meow. The stars scream. The spiders sing. One ate a bug. I should eat more bugs. I should eat fewer bugs. Everyone should eat a lot of bugs.
I make compose. I make new. I make staging. I make production. I make release. I make a lot of stuff. I make and make and make. I sing in Italian. I sing in Croatian. I sing in English (rarely). The spiders sing in their spidery language. The stars scream in their starry language. My coffee is too cold. My coffee… is ice.
I put it back on the shelf. I take it down from the shelf. I look at it. I turn it over in my hands. I sniff it. It sniffs me back. I try to put it back on the shelf. I fail. It ignites. I die.
I am reborn. A schmog continues dorking. A mouse continues squeaking. The moose sings in Italian. The potted plants keep plotting. The Schmarnocks flowers keep scheming. We all scream for ice scream. The spiders scream for ziti with lines. Becasue kicks me in the head. I kick myself in the head. I declare more. I say less. I murp. The dog murps. Off in the distance, the dog murps.
The stars will forever scream. The spiders will forever sing.