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A burn hole on the retina, with soup

Flaming butterflies eating pancakes with ice-cream and syrup are swallowed up with their treetop village by a rampant case of the flu and sneezed into a meeting of market traders discussing the prize of flour, which will go into the pancakes made for butterflies with flaming wings in treetop villages, like alarming extreterrestrial apparitions on an arcade-style radar screen.

A burn hole on the retina!
Even pigeons fly sometimes.

Behind your eyes the noble and sly thoughts bundle together into nerves. Very least behind the retina. Very most behind the burn hole.

The clones of mister V. and mister A. are being pushed around in wheelbarrows by energetic gnomes carrying colourful hats and timetables for all European train routes except Bologna – Parma. In the termite holes (the collective weight of termites outnumbers the collective weight of human beings 10 to 1, but I didn’t know that at the time), the entrance of the wasp nest, a catchy deathliness takes shelter, that, once incited, spares itself.

When a mouse eats meat-wrapped meat, the fireplace eats some logs and hums contently, seeing as despite everything it is a refrigerator. There was a scratch on one of the walls of the room, from which one can deduce past events with some degree of probability.

Whoever is called Winston grabs grapes from a far away branch. A tiny palmfernbranch glides across the river Tantalus, which seems terribly out of place to Winston. Bellows, weeping willows, discarded buggerpiglet. Riverbarge filled with beanstalk, and for anyone interested the Company supplies a free aardvark  (coincidentally feeds on termites). Winston is able to do this much: sing.

Dear human, you are a liquid of desires.

Soup? There are different kinds of soup. Mushroom soup, asparagus soup, tomato soup, pea soup, vegetable soup, chicken soup, dachshund soup, fly soup, a lot of fuss soup, Jon Voigt soup, bingo soup, animal ambulance soup, far-fetched soup, Tuesday evening soup, blue mouth soup, bird food soup, cowboy and indian soup, executive soup, recovery from debilitating illness soup, flagrant denial soup, passionfruit soup, Columbus soup, fried soup, sweaty soup, vinyl soup. How many types of soup is that? I’d say pretty near to incalculable.

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