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Inane Episode 5
Please mind the gap between the platform and the Elvis impersonator. With the prices of skies sky-rocketing like rockets heading into the sky, Skye built a rocket. Elvis didn't have a clue. Blue whale mining isn't the least likely of events that an abstract ornithologist would wake up to while examining the difference between the literary advances of nineteenth century violinists and elf-sized catamaran drivers who perish weekly only to give the Phoenix a bad name. It was said in past times that things that happened before were in the past. It was also said in past times that some things may happen in the future which for us is currently in the past but not any less insignificant. It is said in the present that things happened in the past, but no one remembers. I should know.
Recalcitrant, being a word that has twelve letters, reminded Hank's cousin Bert of a soup she once ate while dangling from a participle at the hospital speaking with the ignoble principal concerning invincible principles. Bert, whose nickname was short for a name that had a greater number of characters, evoked cynicism to ban racism and schisms from anthropomorphisms and melismas. She did this by flying a kite underwater while brushing her teeth with an unsharpened pencil.
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Now, what would an inane post be without at least one incomplete sentence? You may have noticed that this episode has the number five while the previous one is not five. If you had, terrific. If you hadn't, move ahead six spaces and withdraw from the game. It is with respect to prime numbers that Optimus Prime primed his primal pump to pump the prime grime while stopping a lame crime on a dime. Ferrous wheel or Ferris wheel, you pick.
Serendipity notwithstanding, wishful thinkers tend to think about wishes. Some wish to think while others think to wish. If a wish thinker hooked up with a think wisher, would they be wishful thinkers or thinking wishers? I'm thankful if they are also washers. We don't need unwashed wishful thinkers or unwashed thinking wishers. And what if our unwashed thinking wishers were washers? They would be an unwashed thinking wisher washer.
"I am" maintained the existentialist to the philatelist. "Would you like a stamp with that?" he answered.
The aristocracy of the modern age, are they made up of incessantly derisive envelopes of Gargantuan misanthropists? The peasants of the modern age, do they abolish crimson ceremonial garb and replace it with Adidas sports wear? And the clergy, do they muffle the tepid masses with divisive colloquialisms? These are all questions that, when asked, remain questions.