There's a [[fiveth]] hour, the circumstances of which I'm not currently allowed to devulge.
You can understand my hesitaiton, I hope -- extra-ordinary [[circumstances]] require extra-ordinary [[precautionation]].
Forestry agents from far and wide are looking for the source of the <span class="mono">[[REEF]]</span>, overturning none of the stones that are not, all directions for the remainder of forever. That is why I've induced <span class="mono">[[VOMIT]]</span>ing, and that is why you must never tell another soul of this meeting.
God fastness, my friend, respectfully,
//Important Character 01////Disabled the [[ghetto hourglasses]], cap'n// said the uptight nonlinearity curlicue. //just as you asked//
(text-style: "mirror")[Excellent, inferior commander, continue routine surveillance but extra stronger than usual]
//yes indeed thank you very much congratulations// the curlicue replied haughtily. //i will be glad to make your orders [[reality]] my pal//It's May 77rd.
There is a chill in the air.
An honest man lives in the museum's [[utility closet]]. Secretly for years he documented the names occupations ages races etc of every museum visitor exhaustively. In the museum's back room where the masterpieces were archived, a hidden wall panel housed his secret topiary garden.
On May 77rd, the secret was revealed. When a lone marmoset under the influence of potato chips wandered off the beaten path into the utility closet and found the secret files folder the man had kept.
NAME: MARMOSET
OCCUPATION: MARMOSET
AGE: MARMOSET
RACE: MARMOSET
FAVORITE FOOD: POTATO CHIP
Shocked at the accuracy of the information the marmoset unslung his hip-phone and dialed 9/11 immediately. The police arrived and arrested everyone present.
And so our story would [[begin|BUTTERFLY]]<h1>DO NOT BE AFRAID OF THE CROISSANT WRAITH</h1>
she always said every morning over coffee
<h1>IT IS A GOOD ENTITY WITH MANY TEACHINGS OF GREAT IMPORTANCE FOR OUR CONSUMPTION DEAR CHILD</h1>
Why didn't you believe her, you ask yourself now, head in your hands, sputtering in terror[[,|BUTTERFLY]]Recidivistic
Endocrinological
Energy
Field
[[<--|BUTTERFLY]]VERSIMILITUDE
OCCLUSION
MATRICES
INCORPOREAL
TRANSIT
[[oh|BUTTERFLY]] Inside the money laundry den she's hidden a secret watching everything that happens device. Inside the secret watchinge verything that happens device she has hidden a coin-operated list generator.
A marmoset of uncertain devotion bleeds into the room and inserts three quarters into the quarter slots and kachunks it in and back out again. Three slips of paper print slowly from the object
<ol>
<li>Vibrant Candy</li>
<li>Luscious Hubris</li>
<li>Losing Prattle</li>
<li>Intrepid Trepidation</li>
<li>Barley</li>
</ol>
<ol>
<li>BUNS</li>
<li>BUNS</li>
<li>ROLLS</li>
<li>BUNS</li>
<li>CROISSANTS</li>
<li>BUNS</li>
<li>BUNS</li>
</ol>
<ol>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
<li></li>
</ol>
The third of these lists is extremely [[disappointing]] and the marmoset kicks the machine in anger.<h1>THERE ARE WALNUTS IN THE WASHROOM, UNACCEPTABLE</h1>
it was a waste of time. They were still very powerful indeed.
In the scaly wastebasket are the names and ages and favorite colors of all the morticians currently employed by our daycare center. All are named Ted and all are 37. All enjoy more than anything else the color "orange".
This is what orange looks like:
[[<div style="display: inline-block; width: 200px; height:200px; background-color:orange !important;"></div>|BUTTERFLY]]As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. As usual. The wallpaper is patterned with moisture heights and loader macabres, but in its age there's more a resemblance to buckled tiger wands and hinge reiterates.
Is that not part of the human experience? Growth and change. Digressions the both of them, says the usurped mind-clutterer.
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