There's something about Johnny this day. He is possibly exploring the possibilities of possibly being anything but coherent. Of course that would mean that she would have to conceive what is coherent in the first place in order to counteract that and be consistently incoherent.
But that would mean that there's is some sense of coherence, for if you are consistently incoherent then it means that this frame of incoherence actually relates to the next frame of incoherence in terms of being incoherent. So in fact you're being coherent in your incoherence.
No reason to get excited, the thief he kindly spoke. There are many here among us, that feel that life is but a joke.
So now when he saw the figure in flowing pink satin and epic lengths of brown tresses engage in a bold display of bodily expression and circular beauty he couldn't help but think of the locks of hair that she would trip over and the stone walls she'd dash her head on. That'd would be more epic than any epic fail.
Businessmen they drink my wine Plow men dig my earth
In breakdancing, there is the high chance that you'd by accident break your spinal cord and sever all the bonds your nerves have with your brain and leave you decapitated. Otherwise, you'd probably just do the less dangerous stunts and call it a day.
Johnny realises that the tangerine plants he grew in the Octopus's Garden weren't really going to leave the comforts of the sea bed. He theorises that these tangerine plants were probably too comfortable sleeping in the sand of the garden floor to even want to go out and kiss the sun. Not that there wasn't light in the Octopus' Garden, hell you've got shade to block the sunlight out, and logically what does that tell you? But he had placed the tangerines in the shadows too, for he was afraid that the sun would melt them and turn them into speakers and disturb the Octopus.
Now he yearned to reach out and push them into the sun, for they were not really growing very well. That's what you get when you spoil and cushion your children don't you.
In the distance the pillar looked like an overwhelming phallus, towering over the sand. The figure was still dancing on top of the platform. Johnny estimated the platform to be around 3 by 10 metres.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late
I'll not talk falsely now thus. That girl's gonna fall. She hasn't got much space to dance on and still holds that much passion and vigour. You know times like these you sit your arse down on the tarmac.
All along the Watchtower Princes kept the view
Johnny felt an icy sensation on his velvet shoulder. The ceiling began drip absinthe. The wind placed a contraption made out of a funnel and a tube attached to a needle and began to pierce Johnny.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were leaving and the wind began to howl
In the distance, the figure stepped closer, and closer, and yet closer, minute by minute, toe by toe, inching tortuously towards the nibbling edge as powders of concrete and pieces of rock eroded. Like stone butterflies they appear to be suspended in the air, dancing freely in the vindictive and biting wind that bite grudgingly at their disintegrating being, until the sunbeams on their surface contrast sharply with the dark chasm below, and they cease to exist in official documents and government databases and social being.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
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