There is the one idea, to sit on a chair in the garden and watch the sunset and maybe see a bat or falling star, and it is in bed with another idea, to demolish a failed casino with dynamite. The idea to sit on a chair in the garden and watch the sunset and maybe see a bat or falling star moves closer to the idea to demolish a failed casino with dynamite, but not so close that they are touching. It leaves at least an inch between them at all points because if it gets too close the second idea might push it away or go sleep in another bed. It might not, too, but the idea to sit on a chair in the garden and watch the sunset and maybe see a bat or falling star never knows; it lies there in bed and can’t fall asleep.
“Why are you sighing so loudly?” says the idea to demolish a failed casino with dynamite.
“I am only breathing,” says the first idea.
The second idea is only complaining about the sighing because it doesn’t know how awful it will be when the idea sitting in the chair starts snoring. Then the idea to demolish a ca5ino will wish it had started somewhere a little closer to home.
“Demolish a failed ca5ino” – that phrase is so juiced!
I don’t know. You just about killed me with this. I don’t want to go on and on in an overtly obvious fashion, but this did a delicious dance through all of my individual synapses and I just had to say that I am the richer for it.
I’m going to have to look into this at greater length…
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