Report 5/december 53rd. an update in the log of stealth craft alpha, currently docked upside down on the radiator in my bathroom. We are experiencing difficulty P-4 in order to subsequently resolve this minor abrasive distraction we will commence plan three. If all goes well, we will be over by Thursday. An abrasion in the inter-dimensional windshield has caused disruptive fluctuation in the flow. The flow flew fast. The fast flow flew. Then suddenly king Fatsenburger picked up the oldest document in his kingdom and read out loud “In the event of an instants in which this document is being read, pleas reverse the code of formula five and press F4. Repeat three times and continue. Advance backwards quickly. Lift the burden of logic and fly in the direction that dose not exist. Warning, a fatal error has occurred. Send error report?) Meanwhile, while this was not happening, WHERE this was not happening, something else was occurring. But forget that. On to a more relevant topic that we will not discuss. Now on to a less relevant topic. To say I do not like pipes is to say that you do not like three hours of torturer. Which raises a question: Is the bag just full of hot air? And are the pipes like those of a plumber. Only of a slightly louder variety? But this cannot be. Pipes without a bag are like toaster ovens without an electrical cable, just as the cable is the life of the toaster oven, the bag is the life of the pipes. Now lets talk about a man named bob who dose not play pipes. He is kind of like me. The average guy of about 57683 years old. He has a friend who he has never met before. Kind of like you. Now lets talk about a rock! I rock! I listen to rock! But I would never eat a rock! You know I’m unique, like that guy from before. I know many people who are exactly like me. You know a frog is the opposite of a slug that has not been roasted. The other slug escaped, than the frog had a dream. There was a man with an electric guitar. There was a mosh pit and brilliant lights. Than the frog woke up. He kissed himself and transformed into a beautiful slug. He was quickly roasted. And the termites had supper. And just when we thought it was all over, it began again. And he said and I quote: “In the era that has not yet past, and before that, because if so and I quote” “So said the wise man. And the philosopher’s wife is to be remembered as a building as a brick but not without the hate of a thousand stones. Chapter two, verse sixty-four: And it shall come to pass… DUDE!!! And so it all ended, on the exterior perhaps. But that is not convenient. So said the wise man. End quote.” But back to the original subject, which has yet to be stated…………………………………………………..1234 POOF like OMG! And suddenly, it all happened again. But this cannot be. Because it was all there before, and because I said so, just as the shark’s teeth closed… Or perhaps, the jaw? As doors open, ceilings collapse. Floors rise, and garage door-openers break. This is the way of life. Learn it well my friend. As I speak, words fall. As they crash to the ground, buildings flinch. And as it grows, the tension builds. And when it becomes unbearable, it implodes. And it rises out of the ashes and continues on it’s way, until it’s adventures end. And so we say goodbye. But you should say hello. Yes I know, I don’t like it any more than you do. But what can we do? Should we say no? Are there any other options left? Did you kill them ALL?! Oh whatever shell we do?
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