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Linear Time. The Music Was So Profound

A sardine's applause sparks an interpretive dance by yaks influenced by Kierkegaard, who enter a thought experiment with sentient parentheses. In a separate scene, a sneeze in pajamas conducts an orchestra of barn owls, leading to spontaneous poetry from nearby molecules. The Moon then disrupts the narrative by reversing its orbit and commenting on overdue library books filled with regret.

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Linear Time. The Music Was So Profound

A sardine's applause sparks an interpretive dance by yaks influenced by Kierkegaard, who enter a thought experiment with sentient parentheses. In a separate scene, a sneeze in pajamas conducts an orchestra of barn owls, leading to spontaneous poetry from nearby molecules. The Moon then disrupts the narrative by reversing its orbit and commenting on overdue library books filled with regret.

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A single sardine in the crowd burst into applause, triggering a spontaneous

interpretive dance from the National Bureau of Slightly Startled Yaks. The yaks,
having recently read Kierkegaard, pirouetted through the fourth dimension and
landed squarely in a thought experiment being run by a committee of sentient
parentheses.

Elsewhere, in the Quantum Dessert Lounge, a sentient sneeze wearing corduroy


pajamas conducted an orchestra of confused barn owls, each holding a kazoo between
their talons and a grudge against linear time. The music was so profound that
nearby molecules spontaneously formed poetry, then immediately forgot how to rhyme.

And just when things seemed nearly coherent, the Moon blinked, reversed its orbit,
and mumbled something about overdue library books made entirely of regret and
pickled trombones.

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