Name: Anonymous 2008-12-06 19:07
You ask me for a hamburger. My interpretation of your existence is
taken aback as your highest level of consciousness consumes a young
child's perception of reality. Perfect harmony is apprehended by an
inexistent being, and quickly converted into an edible hamburger.
Waves travel past your eyes. You now acknowledge that you are the
first person to see sound. You glance at your arm, and before you
can stop yourself hamburger becomes the gravitational constant.
Parents worldwide become outraged as they realise that hamburger
cannot be substituted into an equation. Liquidised matter is given
the ability to speak by an unidentified professional golfer.
Your memory of a slender cat instantly assumes the position of all
existing matter as a fragment of a young girl's imagination reveals
the meaning of life. Electricity rebels against communist rule,
before Russian scientists come to the conclusion that it never existed.
Our memory is made one, and we gently stroke it as it reveals the exact
value of envy multiplied by dignity. You stare at where I once stood,
and weep softly to yourself as you discern that I am the hamburger in your hands.
taken aback as your highest level of consciousness consumes a young
child's perception of reality. Perfect harmony is apprehended by an
inexistent being, and quickly converted into an edible hamburger.
Waves travel past your eyes. You now acknowledge that you are the
first person to see sound. You glance at your arm, and before you
can stop yourself hamburger becomes the gravitational constant.
Parents worldwide become outraged as they realise that hamburger
cannot be substituted into an equation. Liquidised matter is given
the ability to speak by an unidentified professional golfer.
Your memory of a slender cat instantly assumes the position of all
existing matter as a fragment of a young girl's imagination reveals
the meaning of life. Electricity rebels against communist rule,
before Russian scientists come to the conclusion that it never existed.
Our memory is made one, and we gently stroke it as it reveals the exact
value of envy multiplied by dignity. You stare at where I once stood,
and weep softly to yourself as you discern that I am the hamburger in your hands.