Cognitive Link
To exemplify a point, here's Cognitive Link:
Indubitably I meandered along the shifting path of stillness as I looked upwards at the flowing floor. With warping sky did I see the fluffy death approaching from behind, but alas, did it miss me with it's velocity and brevity. A spin and spun later and My person arrived at the place I was currently leaving, waving hello to myself as my back waved goodbye. Seeing a circular pillar move sideways defied my logic so I pressed through the door of wall and looked inside.
The swirls around me abated to the neon recesses of a two by four which repeatedly passed through my nasal canal like a goldfish of time. Sneezing the proliferating profusion outwards into the technicolour abyss gave rise to a gargantuan utterance of the ninth level of biscuits. Crumbs my lady, for the crumbs of wrath shall descend upon my being and erode to the core of my temporally misplaced grandeur. With such snippets of edible essence I pressed onwards through the blend of gravity and light that was the passage till I stumbled upon the incorporeal form of tomorrow basking in the darkness of parenthood. What child did I see before me?
"Things are the noise of the void." Gibbering, their forms warped inside around as the light shone through the particles of the tissue plastered on the walls of the cage. Children and mushrooms blend and splice to form the skeletons of the heart, joy ripping apart envy with spurious limbs. Excitedly, I bounced forwards to feel the sight before me as my mind wandered into the next planar existence, looking for a speck of quiet vibration. Instead my mind found a taste too fantastic to reveal, it's nose gazing at the scene of figure skating.
The little critter belched his soul through my skin as it reverberated around the mollusk. Trails of the rainbow glimpsed through a shimmering glaze trampled across the bull as it charged the thoughts of madness. Displacing the objects of royalty came the process of kittens, rampaging amidst the vampires of the Pacific as teeth ripped the carpets of the sinners. Alas, did I know the exaltation of the pygmies as their fires froze the depths of the cupboard. Forsooth, such was the setting awaiting me with its impatience, tapping its mantis upon the stove.
Shards punching through the hoop as the billiard cries out in delirium, shocked by the cable of the glass hat. I watched backwards as the dance folded upon the cards of the sun, hate of the deceiver plummeting through the walls of revolution. To declare, I did see a Newton as it bounced past the ford, trails of death curling around mentors which clucked the tendrils of life. Avast, I forged onwards, hearth berating the jewels inverting around my dilapidated comments and such did I see the scale of the bread inherent within the hose.
The mice chattered as their shapes whirled through the spectrum of mammalian reptiles. Purple fur sprouted forth as the chimes giggled past, a tap dance of phonetics sliding through the inverted landslide. Edging southwards I did see such a waste, a rhythm of a fountain shimmering in the base pixel. Alas, such work came jaundiced, marred by a blessing of the leprechaun as it darted forwards. Darting it did for I took heed of flabbergasting instruments.
Gasp yodeled the mongoose upon the tipsy summer chime, metallic rumours mitigating sweeps of acidic breezes. Did not the crowing of the balloon incite the hysteria of the peeping drivel? Yea, for kooky was the twitter chatter upside the green fender of peaceful handkerchiefs. Gloriously did I stumble through a duck of the vortex bosom, tied vastly underneath yeast sprinkled pine cones. Scents hammered on the door of the lids, furious echoes of whistling igniting water of the walls. Forsooth, verily I did crumble like teeth at the presence of the nothing as several giggled like a stoat.
Aghast, the teaspoon merrily pivoted like a train in a blender, the soothing shrieks melting the planes in a torrent of dandelions. Entranced, the cup slid forwards out of the outside, into the sky of the weather. Tissues abounded in the realm of the twiddly spelunkers. Fizzing weasels larked in the summer house as the catastrophe atrophied in the glare of the nuclear fridges. Alone, adrift was the state of the being in the mind whilst the ball of the sitting spuds unraveled like an orange in moulting season. Through the unpleasantness came the soft wail of the turtle as a spork flitted through the air like a rock on imagination, the drug coursing through the rafters of its logistics.
Silicon tapped the nuance of removal in the yellow blend of the charm bell. Excited spit the morning drill in the essence of the blasphemy candy, a twirl of hollow solidity channeling the revelry of the salon belly explosion. Fish inverted like a canine of the paper, expressed dreams shriveling like the tofu inherent in the synergy. Gone, the usurper was gone into the gates, knots and lines twisting the fabric conditioner of seventh dementia, a cuckoo spiraling death as the blue pane glimmers. Conversations ebb like reapers, faint traces of the gelatin kissing the nights flowers. Cherries exponentially split, the atomic humidity forgotten in the haze of people. Spite runs amok through the entire constellation, a forgotten player in the remembrance of fog and spice.
Expeditions did arise in the meandering local, a herculean fish rapping amidst the slumbering slices. Kettles squawked night tables of which conflagration was an inverse method of higher drowning. Walking forever determined the fractiousness of bespoken personages, faltering within a cycle of a ladle. Spinning frivolity erased the lark of chance as they frolicked aimlessly through walls and clouds of viscosity. The computational gardener archived the assiduous qualities of the voracious delvers, for their candor was not without graceful bawling. As a robust whisper warbled through the glen of misunderstanding, the lewd kelp chattered and, dancing, returned to the provost from whence it held law. Picking up the complete works of the pieces left in deft squares of triangles, the gardener mourned the gaining of insight, the mouldering view untamed by the rigors of temperamental youth. Alas, such wasn't the greatest of nothings that such a vocation, faltering in step without holdings, decried the pagoda of dreams, for it was glorious, yet woke constantly and irrevocably. Misery blossomed from a multitude of wreaths due in whole to jubilant messengers ferrying ideological structures of ducks. Quacking, such quaking, the pure language of the heavenly hedonism evident amidst the divinity of boredom. For, as was wont, sooth was said drearily alongside the threads of everlasting mediocrity lurking between the mushrooms. A laugh of the book derailed the segment of hot time for the digital remembrance questionably forgot the bubbling of the gushing metal strut. Eventually the pass was countered with the crevasse of posts, typicality erasing the nature of the lemming.
Such was the nature of a psychoanalytic warble.
Indubitably I meandered along the shifting path of stillness as I looked upwards at the flowing floor. With warping sky did I see the fluffy death approaching from behind, but alas, did it miss me with it's velocity and brevity. A spin and spun later and My person arrived at the place I was currently leaving, waving hello to myself as my back waved goodbye. Seeing a circular pillar move sideways defied my logic so I pressed through the door of wall and looked inside.
The swirls around me abated to the neon recesses of a two by four which repeatedly passed through my nasal canal like a goldfish of time. Sneezing the proliferating profusion outwards into the technicolour abyss gave rise to a gargantuan utterance of the ninth level of biscuits. Crumbs my lady, for the crumbs of wrath shall descend upon my being and erode to the core of my temporally misplaced grandeur. With such snippets of edible essence I pressed onwards through the blend of gravity and light that was the passage till I stumbled upon the incorporeal form of tomorrow basking in the darkness of parenthood. What child did I see before me?
"Things are the noise of the void." Gibbering, their forms warped inside around as the light shone through the particles of the tissue plastered on the walls of the cage. Children and mushrooms blend and splice to form the skeletons of the heart, joy ripping apart envy with spurious limbs. Excitedly, I bounced forwards to feel the sight before me as my mind wandered into the next planar existence, looking for a speck of quiet vibration. Instead my mind found a taste too fantastic to reveal, it's nose gazing at the scene of figure skating.
The little critter belched his soul through my skin as it reverberated around the mollusk. Trails of the rainbow glimpsed through a shimmering glaze trampled across the bull as it charged the thoughts of madness. Displacing the objects of royalty came the process of kittens, rampaging amidst the vampires of the Pacific as teeth ripped the carpets of the sinners. Alas, did I know the exaltation of the pygmies as their fires froze the depths of the cupboard. Forsooth, such was the setting awaiting me with its impatience, tapping its mantis upon the stove.
Shards punching through the hoop as the billiard cries out in delirium, shocked by the cable of the glass hat. I watched backwards as the dance folded upon the cards of the sun, hate of the deceiver plummeting through the walls of revolution. To declare, I did see a Newton as it bounced past the ford, trails of death curling around mentors which clucked the tendrils of life. Avast, I forged onwards, hearth berating the jewels inverting around my dilapidated comments and such did I see the scale of the bread inherent within the hose.
The mice chattered as their shapes whirled through the spectrum of mammalian reptiles. Purple fur sprouted forth as the chimes giggled past, a tap dance of phonetics sliding through the inverted landslide. Edging southwards I did see such a waste, a rhythm of a fountain shimmering in the base pixel. Alas, such work came jaundiced, marred by a blessing of the leprechaun as it darted forwards. Darting it did for I took heed of flabbergasting instruments.
Gasp yodeled the mongoose upon the tipsy summer chime, metallic rumours mitigating sweeps of acidic breezes. Did not the crowing of the balloon incite the hysteria of the peeping drivel? Yea, for kooky was the twitter chatter upside the green fender of peaceful handkerchiefs. Gloriously did I stumble through a duck of the vortex bosom, tied vastly underneath yeast sprinkled pine cones. Scents hammered on the door of the lids, furious echoes of whistling igniting water of the walls. Forsooth, verily I did crumble like teeth at the presence of the nothing as several giggled like a stoat.
Aghast, the teaspoon merrily pivoted like a train in a blender, the soothing shrieks melting the planes in a torrent of dandelions. Entranced, the cup slid forwards out of the outside, into the sky of the weather. Tissues abounded in the realm of the twiddly spelunkers. Fizzing weasels larked in the summer house as the catastrophe atrophied in the glare of the nuclear fridges. Alone, adrift was the state of the being in the mind whilst the ball of the sitting spuds unraveled like an orange in moulting season. Through the unpleasantness came the soft wail of the turtle as a spork flitted through the air like a rock on imagination, the drug coursing through the rafters of its logistics.
Silicon tapped the nuance of removal in the yellow blend of the charm bell. Excited spit the morning drill in the essence of the blasphemy candy, a twirl of hollow solidity channeling the revelry of the salon belly explosion. Fish inverted like a canine of the paper, expressed dreams shriveling like the tofu inherent in the synergy. Gone, the usurper was gone into the gates, knots and lines twisting the fabric conditioner of seventh dementia, a cuckoo spiraling death as the blue pane glimmers. Conversations ebb like reapers, faint traces of the gelatin kissing the nights flowers. Cherries exponentially split, the atomic humidity forgotten in the haze of people. Spite runs amok through the entire constellation, a forgotten player in the remembrance of fog and spice.
Expeditions did arise in the meandering local, a herculean fish rapping amidst the slumbering slices. Kettles squawked night tables of which conflagration was an inverse method of higher drowning. Walking forever determined the fractiousness of bespoken personages, faltering within a cycle of a ladle. Spinning frivolity erased the lark of chance as they frolicked aimlessly through walls and clouds of viscosity. The computational gardener archived the assiduous qualities of the voracious delvers, for their candor was not without graceful bawling. As a robust whisper warbled through the glen of misunderstanding, the lewd kelp chattered and, dancing, returned to the provost from whence it held law. Picking up the complete works of the pieces left in deft squares of triangles, the gardener mourned the gaining of insight, the mouldering view untamed by the rigors of temperamental youth. Alas, such wasn't the greatest of nothings that such a vocation, faltering in step without holdings, decried the pagoda of dreams, for it was glorious, yet woke constantly and irrevocably. Misery blossomed from a multitude of wreaths due in whole to jubilant messengers ferrying ideological structures of ducks. Quacking, such quaking, the pure language of the heavenly hedonism evident amidst the divinity of boredom. For, as was wont, sooth was said drearily alongside the threads of everlasting mediocrity lurking between the mushrooms. A laugh of the book derailed the segment of hot time for the digital remembrance questionably forgot the bubbling of the gushing metal strut. Eventually the pass was countered with the crevasse of posts, typicality erasing the nature of the lemming.
Such was the nature of a psychoanalytic warble.
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