On the nonsenical activity known as living

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

Hello @Adalingum

Those burping flowers should be severely punished for spoiling the young ones. You teach them manners and then they walk in the garden, when suddenly an innocent looking flower burps and giggles. And then we didn't even mention the farting gras!

Instead of just standing there with his frozen coffee, the purple man should weed out those flowers and mow the gras using that useless sweaty crocodile. What is the worst that can happen? The crocodile is already sweating, so it's not like there will be more smell by mowing the gras with him. And it's more ecological than using a lawn mower on gasoline or electricity.

I hate lawn mowers on electricity; I always get stuck into those wires. I tried scratching my head with a piano once, but the yellow giraffe next door thought it was a stupid idea. Probably because he sells lawn mowers that work on gasoline.

I also never lie and always speak the truth and nothing but the truth, as the pink elephant will confirm to you after I've bribed him with fries on a stick. He doesn't like pinda's.

Don't we make a lovely bunch. Of course happily I, as my surrealist heritage demands, join in on this interestingly time wasting purposeful thread.

Scratching head with Piano's is actually not the worst of ideas, Andréke. Yellow Giraffes, how far fetched, tend not to be the brightest bunch. Surely a man as clever as you should have known to ask at least a catfish for advise on lawnmowers, if it can cut seaweed it can cut grass. However a great trick if you don't like to mow the grass is obviously getting self cutting grass or yellow giraffes. However if you do not live in a warm place that may cost you quite a few scarfs or a lot of tiny scissors. Naturally the final option is of course not having a house with no windows and no door at the back, that way you wouldn't even notice the lazy lawn not cutting itself. It also helps with ignoring the flowers.

Also white mugs are so lame. But not as lame as white mugs, nor other coloured mugs for that matter.