well hello there, it seems i have forgotten all about you.
task: tale
premise:
a) smoke, brandy, top hats, hobo rug, terminal, the moon...the rich in space
b) streetlamps, slow-motion, dancing, flood...the opposite
dichotomy established.
language a: coughing
language b: saxophones
conflict.
resolution:
space ocean, moon beach installation. tequila limes.
shift:
a) smile, sleep, twinkle
b) cold star menace
drastic shift:
b is for booty shaking existentialism.
proof:
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exploiting a well-known loophole in international law, an invading force of zombified wooly mammoths quickly suppresses iranian resistance. says a mystified
ahmadinejad, "we didn't plan for this".
sources:
a wooly mammoth revival!: if i remember correctly, this is actually what the disgraced south korean was attempting to do...
new yorker: u.s. planned lebanon invasion in preparation for attack on iran?
competition and voice: why your opinion of this argument doesn't matter.
unrealistic
hypothetical taking government out of diplomacy may die at the hands of the majority, but negotiations with
Fiji begin on your behalf, my adoreable readers.
a couple of free days on the beach isn't much to ask. it'll speak against the Fijian robot army rumors. the level of mutual understanding would be greatly increased.