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A Categorization Is Neither a Cat Clapping Nor a Centimeter of Cubic Cakes
A slipper stained in a knot is appearing to emulate a wanton soup. Wanton soup is grinning a beaming smile. Whirling around. Nine noodles nimbly nick niceties. And the prawn dance begins as they fling themselves out of the rice at great speed. And minis a heavy shell they are rather agile. The little patterned bowls began to spin and the contents shrieked in sheer delight. The arrival of the multi-coloured crackers was treated to a roar from the seaweeds who were basking in their baskets. Then the long legged eating utensils began to walk elegantly around the table. The beef and black beans were discussing whether or not to climb out of the sauce. And meanwhile a pineapple decided that it had had enough of the gloopy red mixture and climbed out snuck next door to a pizza house and lay down next to other pineapples which confused the pizza men for it was cylindrically shaped and they only ever placed cubes on tomato dough bread. He was pulled out and chipped into cubes. But on returning to the plastic pineapple bucket he never had felt so alive or at home. There were other pineapples which he could talk to. How great! They all had the same fate anyway. Best enjoy the remaining time before the displacement. Meanwhile a sand otter was trotting over the beaches on a stallion using full beam. Much to the delight of the wild party of herons, seagulls, sharks, sea oysters, and an overweight pumped up jelly fish who was sat having a beach fire and cooking a large meal of dusky leaves. Breaded boiled bracken became breads. And just what if? What if an ice cream cone arrives? They were known to jog at night. And surely the jog is a jig and a jogger is a jigging jiving juvenile jam. But who would want to travel around in a brightly coloured ding ding truck playing the same song and hypnotising children into buying the many creams on offer. Therefore it is to be said that any jogging cone is fleeing from daily monotony. The duty of a derelict building is to rotate wildly at three a m particularly under bridges but a nice neat new house can collapse under a bicycle wheel. Tailspin then. Wow. And all this at ten rabbits to nineteen eels? Rather remarkable the pointed sharpened ears of a snail. the beetles and bugs are bathing today in a boiled brilliant bath. the leftovers of the dinners are rising and running away. culinary cumin calms chaotic cucumbers. And a nice rum jumped over a hill on a slab of ice. C
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Taoi Chanan
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