A meditation
Once upon a time there was a person whose name was Larry. The color of Larry's hair varied based on how many times he had seen a ghost that morning. One day he was constantly talking about how his pants were so much better than that manikins butt in the window, when an obedient little child hit him across the face.
Turning away from Larry, we look at the planet of Uranus. Slowly orbiting around the sun, the world’s, the universe's molten center.
Back to Larry, he was descending down a hill to the ground while the obedient child was chasing him with a sharpened stick. When the small child with the pointed stick left, he decided to ascend the hill again. On the ascent, Larry thought about how dull the pointed stick really was, and decided to go and find it. He descended the hill and found it lying on the ground. When he picked it up it started to babble. It started to exaggerate about his last belch.
Larry screamed and threw the stick on the ground.
Currently in space, Uranus was having a dance party with John F. Kennedy. Uranus reflected on all of the dance parties he had held, and found that this one was the weirdest. And then Uranus fell on little Larry. But he was till alive! A crucial fact.
The end
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment