Blink and you'll miss it.
Don't blink though, for at least seven days, and he then appears: The Blinkyman.
Can't stop The Blinkyman, you can try but no one can.
That's what they used to say, at least—but after years and years of constant motion, The Blinkyman was, frankly, exhausted.
And so the moment arrived: he let go of the handrail, unbuckled his belt, and began swimming slow and steady toward nihilism.
In the distance, a boat that just did not matter floated on a bullshit meaningless horizon.
A stranger approached me with a metal detector and asked "are you gonna eat that?"
Suddenly and without warning, a flaccidly statured man approached from my right.
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