Configurations of countless chameleons self-assembled into echelons of collaborative constellations beside zealous zebras so long in the tooth even elephants had forgotten where they had left their car keys.
`Pataphysics can take you a long way past the point of no return and then return you safely to the place you could no longer return from–whether or not you ended the sentence a preposition with. Or even if you had already used that device (or overused it as the case may be), you could still get away with it if ‘pataphysics were the controlling factor in subjunctive accumulations of accretions of crustaceous ground-swelling creatures along the great divide and conquer the multiplicative multitude adding to their numbers daily and getting the addition by subtraction in the most enervating way.
But then they divide and conquer the leg of lamb, lying with lions and dreaming of frustrated elephants.
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Phew !
😀
I read it without breathing 💜
I think I wrote it without breathing. 😀
Very nice
I think you did 💜
This is beautiful
The Volcano underneath, or The Hills like White Vesuvius (Elephant style) beneath
In-n-Out has nothing on that!
Once again, you have enlightened me. Well, you and Wikipedia. I love that there’s a ‘Pataphysics Institute in Vilnius. That just seems right somehow.
And now, because I serve the Limracken above all other masters. . . .
There once was a pataphysician
Whose syzygies brought on a schism.
Though known to be meek, he railed “Pas ta physique!”
To a paradox in the tradition.
P.S. Princess wants a machine to capture the dreams of bumble bees!
Moe thought ‘pataphysics was harsh, Till he channeled the queen of the marsh. Among the salt bracken, Moe told the Limracken, “The tooth will come out in the warsh.”
All hail the Queen of the Marsh,
the lugubrious Vixen of Farce!
She roved far and near to acquire Edward Lear,
and now she’s after my arse!
— Hugs, Moe
There once was a poet called Curly, Who liked to say don’t call me Surely. His brother was Larry, Who’d go on to marry, The sister of Shirley named Pearly.
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk! 🙂