Monday, July 23, 2007
Maize. Your People Call It "Corn"!
Yes, my child, the legends are true. It was a year after the Great Implosion that the surviving members of the human race, empty and hopeless, sojourned to the Monz. And the Monz, being a lifelong resident of Illinois, told them to grow and gather corn. And they did. And the Monz imparted knowledge and soon they had transportation and energy to charge batteries. Yet the people were missing something in their souls. So Monz told them again to grow and gather corn. And they did. And the Monz created sublime mixture that warmed the body and the soul. And the people were happy. A precious few even had nostalgic feelings. Then one day, a young child aproached the Monz and asked "is this as good as it gets?" And the Monz said "son, look at the sky, feel the breeze, hear the joyous sounds of the animals, and try this perfect simulation of a frozen Amy teriyaki bowl and an apple." You ask me to say more? I would my child, but I wouldn't want to spoil a good story.
Yes, my child, the legends are true. It was a year after the Great Implosion that the surviving members of the human race, empty and hopeless, sojourned to the Monz. And the Monz, being a lifelong resident of Illinois, told them to grow and gather corn. And they did. And the Monz imparted knowledge and soon they had transportation and energy to charge batteries. Yet the people were missing something in their souls. So Monz told them again to grow and gather corn. And they did. And the Monz created sublime mixture that warmed the body and the soul. And the people were happy. A precious few even had nostalgic feelings. Then one day, a young child aproached the Monz and asked "is this as good as it gets?" And the Monz said "son, look at the sky, feel the breeze, hear the joyous sounds of the animals, and try this perfect simulation of a frozen Amy teriyaki bowl and an apple." You ask me to say more? I would my child, but I wouldn't want to spoil a good story.
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