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Doubletalk Vol. 1

By Patrick Courtney McGorrill

Where did that come from? Didn't you see it? It was big. Do you know what it was? Not talkin' eh?  Well I know how to deal with people like you. Francis get my sunglasses and my strawberry syrup. That's probably the stupidest thing ever. Strawberry syrup. Sure it tastes good but who had the time on their hands to invent it. It's not like syrup companies hire people to think of this kind of thing. It would be too expensive. It's much simpler just to have labor people not thinking people. But who was sitting around and thought . "I sure like syrup but it just doesn't taste like strawberries I should fix that."

I bet a sum of frequent flyer miles that they didn't have enough light to write it down legibly. Then the paper the note was written on was put in the fire so mice could read my shoes are small things eat smaller things change over time is very suspenseful. Do you agree? It doesn't matter, you're going to read the rest of this one way or another at least I think you are maybe some thing's about to happen that will prevent you from reading. That would be bad. Like playing with fire. Why is playing with fire all that bad? Is fire a bad influence? Fire seems like a nice kid. Maybe people have a grudge against fire's parents. That's to bad. Fire shouldn't be isolated just because people don't like asparagus. That's not justice. At least I think its not. I don't know all that much. Neither does my cactus we have good conversations they often go on for hours because I take a while to comprehend the concepts he's babbling about. Are you sure you didn't see it? Which would take longer waiting for something that never happens or waiting for something that would take forever? If you answered B you can go fish. Why do crabs have no tails. I bet they feel jealous of lobsters. Not to go off topic I just think that bobbins are essential to the world's economic analyst's clothes industry. So you can take your lettuce and go invent some cockamamie invention without my fishing pole you door closing two nostril person of the order of the division of the association of the team of the group of the floor of the building made by the cow that delivered the translator that spit on the crab that killed the lobster that made the fire that burned the mice that read the note that was on the shoes that were made from the cactus that spun the bobbins that fattened the lettuce that grew from the soil that didn't quite like being soil but rather would have preferred a job as a door to door salesman that spilled the syrup that was made with strawberries.