Adalingum
05-03-2013, 15:20
Ah... The sheer sense of bliss of making up a forum post, which shall soon be revealed to lack to lack that one thing we all strive to find in our lives: purpose. If purpose is what you are looking for, I apologize, as you will not find it here.
For it is like the taste of a sour pepper, the smell of a sweaty crocodile, or the sound of burning water. It is all this and more, when you let your fantasy run wild and write a text such as this one. Shall we let the stupidity continue? We could see a pink elephant, hovering above a purple man holding a white mug filled with frozen coffee. The rest, I leave up to you: what is the man wearing? Is there anything written on the mug? It is yours to come up with.
I wonder about the thoughts you are thinking right now. Are you bewildered? Amused? Annoyed? Are you experiencing a life-changing revelation or are you wondering about the madness of the personality that came up with this?
Please, do read on. I have not told you about the burping flowers in my backyard yet or about my shapeshifting dog. I have done other things, though. I have, for example, lied to you. For this text is not about life, or living, or a nonsenical activity known as living. I lied. Multiple times, actually. There is, for example, a purpose to this text: amusing myself in making it up and introducing myself.
I have not written this to be coherent or logic or to make sense. I have written it, that is what counts. To those who have made it this far: I congratulate you and ask you: do you realise you have been wasting your time in reading this? It will not make you a better person or improve your quality of living. Then again, I am a liar.
Have a good day,
Adalingum, a liar
For it is like the taste of a sour pepper, the smell of a sweaty crocodile, or the sound of burning water. It is all this and more, when you let your fantasy run wild and write a text such as this one. Shall we let the stupidity continue? We could see a pink elephant, hovering above a purple man holding a white mug filled with frozen coffee. The rest, I leave up to you: what is the man wearing? Is there anything written on the mug? It is yours to come up with.
I wonder about the thoughts you are thinking right now. Are you bewildered? Amused? Annoyed? Are you experiencing a life-changing revelation or are you wondering about the madness of the personality that came up with this?
Please, do read on. I have not told you about the burping flowers in my backyard yet or about my shapeshifting dog. I have done other things, though. I have, for example, lied to you. For this text is not about life, or living, or a nonsenical activity known as living. I lied. Multiple times, actually. There is, for example, a purpose to this text: amusing myself in making it up and introducing myself.
I have not written this to be coherent or logic or to make sense. I have written it, that is what counts. To those who have made it this far: I congratulate you and ask you: do you realise you have been wasting your time in reading this? It will not make you a better person or improve your quality of living. Then again, I am a liar.
Have a good day,
Adalingum, a liar