Saturday, August 08, 2020

Longer Endurances …




* Why so serious, dude?

- Why not, llama? Isn't the whole
world full of seriouscity these days?

* Is seriouscity even a real word,
dude?


- Who cares? Stop being so sensible,
animal. Waves are coming. New
pathogenic waves are washing on the
shores of human existence, one after
the other. And we have got no
shelter, nowhere to hide.

* Please, come back, my ridiculous
blockblogger. Stop being so cynical
and worried. Life will find a way. We
will get out of this.


- Okay, I will be full of llamaiouscity
from now on, llama.

* That is definitely not a real word.

- Then let me tell you a story, animal.


This is the story about the Magician of Booze.

When a huge whirlwind transports the orphan Bromford and his little llama - Behave yourself, animal! - KussKuss from Bromford to the Land of Booze, he fears that he will never see Aunt M and Uncle Q ever again.

But he meets the Munichs, and they tell him to follow the Grey Concrete Highway to the Mirror Town where the Mysterious Magician of Booze will grant any wish.

On the way, he meets the brainless Crossbow, the Thin Hoodcan and the Stainless Iron. The four friends set off to seek their hearts' desires, and in a series of action-packed adventures, they encounter a wetly droppy yield, pierced humans, crying donkeys, a bricked bitch, a foot bridge and the Mighty Booze himself.

Bromford lived in the midst of the great Bromford bay, with Uncle Q, who was an inventor, and Aunt M, who was the inventor's wife and head of the CI5 secret service.

* Ehm, I think I have to go. I have got
an appointment. And please start
being serious again, dude!



Use your delusion.


And the fortune cookie says,

Don't think about things
you can't know yet.

A Ripple Song - Toomai of the Elephants

* WHAAAT?

Today is Saturday, the 8th of August, 2020.
Happy Birthday, Shadows of the Past.



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