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"STAUNCH RADICAL ATROPHY"
Added: Thursday, July 5th 2012 at 12:33am by bobbyboxtop
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Adrian Hatch turned left at Iceland, then asked for directions to his inner voice.
Having not heard a relevant answer, he sang "Dr. Psyche, The Cut-Rate Head-Shrinker, On Mixed-Up Heads He Likes To Tinker!" in fractured Arabic.
A patriotic, split-level origami expert from Pittsburgh gazed in Adrian's general direction for a split second, but nobody noticed, so nothing happened.
Consequently, if Nothing happened to any of us at all, then History would be history, meaningless monologues of muted mufflings, understating Everything that did, or didn't, happen!
Prove that Anything has happened - come on?!! PROVE IT!!!
You're just like all the rest, and the others before them!!
ALL MOUTH AND NO SUBSTANCE!!!
Well, we can't ALL be paradoxical, can we?!!?
Lappy Dollington disagreed, and fiercely licked his own tongue diparagingly, on severe protest!
If only there were more Lappy Dollingtons' around, the world would be a piece of fragmented filth for Beelzebub's banal demented disciples to twist and shout with!
Then where would we be??
The Earth would twitch, Nature would grow wings, and Kermit the Hog would have a parachute attached to its anus, in case Sty-Hopping became the next In-thing, and he was pulled up!
Why do I write this bilge?
Why do you bother to read it??
Because you and I, my fiend, are in the same boat!!
Stranded here in Cyberspace, with a Wig for a Head, and an Oasis for a Lifetime!!!
(S. Picard) ©
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