your footsteps make a quiet slapping noise, on the introductory linoleum in the foyer.
your heart is beating like a beating heart does, you've got wild anticipatory visions of the imminent future. Looking around you, you see potted plants with great false leaves, large as road signs, the road signs of their pretend environment, which is a rainforest. Their environment is pretend and you pretend you are pretend too, and you are a cardboard cutout, with a fake name signifying your fake existence 'maple'. That pineapple, you tasted last week repeats on you, and reoccurs out of your mouth in its entirety. Spikey plumes slashing your esophagus, and grazing the roof of your mouth as it escapes, gaaaahh, you hear out of your existence, and see it, there, on that linoleum floor, upright, because it turned somersaults as it fell from your surprised face, normal sized, nothing excessive, it came from Brazil, it says on a sticker you take from one of its leaves. It is completely, unrealistically without any saliva on it, and smells so, so fresh you consider cutting it open and eating it again. Again! But it's been on the floor now so you decide to leave it be, there.
You are in a convention centre and the air conditioning is on.
All of your friends aren't there, it's just you in that convention centre and that pineapple, and your anticipatory major artery thumping its wares around your body's convention centre which is made of tubes. But no! Some of the wares are escaping out of your torn throat tunnel (hyper tunnel) and you have to step quickly to the side of the pineapple, lest you sully its pristine condition with your bodily harm.
your heart is beating like a beating heart does, you've got wild anticipatory visions of the imminent future. Looking around you, you see potted plants with great false leaves, large as road signs, the road signs of their pretend environment, which is a rainforest. Their environment is pretend and you pretend you are pretend too, and you are a cardboard cutout, with a fake name signifying your fake existence 'maple'. That pineapple, you tasted last week repeats on you, and reoccurs out of your mouth in its entirety. Spikey plumes slashing your esophagus, and grazing the roof of your mouth as it escapes, gaaaahh, you hear out of your existence, and see it, there, on that linoleum floor, upright, because it turned somersaults as it fell from your surprised face, normal sized, nothing excessive, it came from Brazil, it says on a sticker you take from one of its leaves. It is completely, unrealistically without any saliva on it, and smells so, so fresh you consider cutting it open and eating it again. Again! But it's been on the floor now so you decide to leave it be, there.
You are in a convention centre and the air conditioning is on.
All of your friends aren't there, it's just you in that convention centre and that pineapple, and your anticipatory major artery thumping its wares around your body's convention centre which is made of tubes. But no! Some of the wares are escaping out of your torn throat tunnel (hyper tunnel) and you have to step quickly to the side of the pineapple, lest you sully its pristine condition with your bodily harm.
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