What do you get when your book is a... brat? A page full of eggs and a dirty welcome mat... doot doot doot doot doot doot DOOT. What if, yes? What if, yes. Yes. That's it! What if... which leads me to yes and a page full of broken eggs.
Maybe it's because I'm jumping in the middle of something or maybe it's because I'm too short for this sort of thing. You know - short in the head - like lost a few inches as I grew older everything's shrinking and I keep thinking maybe I'm jumping in the middle of something here but boy it should still make sense.
But it doesn't so that's clear enough. I mean it makes perfect sense - it's just like that why question that keeps coming up. Yes, yes, you designed the most astounding zero gravity jello mold ever and that's awesome but why would you do that but instead of something at least strange it's more like a one gravity jello mold and there are millions of them that no one even uses anymore.
Are you getting all this? Yeah. Magical realism. A page full of eggs. Keep waiting for it to make sense. You might be up a while or you might realize it already makes too much sense. It is sense, in a sense and innocence just for fun.
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