WORDS OF WISDOM
by the father of MICROWAVELISM, a school of Western Philosophy.
Fetinho, fetão. Fequinha, fecão?
IN THE FIRES OF PRIMORDIAL CHAOS. Goes there spinning round and round an orphan planet. It seeks the ôrphanage, but fails gloriously, as the gods have not yet built one for lonely planets, victims of the violent genesis of PLANETARY SYSTEMS. But that's alright, we here guess. This is all part of the round cycle of life, forming the letter O and spinning spinning like a plate in the MICROWAVE. That damn microwave, almost killed me! The wee mirror of primordial chaos, containing weirdass waves to cook anything under miserable minutes and/or seconds. The epitome of physics, guess we. Why the fires when you have the microwaves? Why the microwaves? Why micro waves? We are still studying facts before being swallowed by Jupiter while all of his damn wives look at the scenario. God bless us! Someone just crashed a car outside, the dogs are barking and woof woof wooden. What is that? Voorlinden? Hakke en Zage? Zage en Hakke? Oh no, oh no. We will never remember anything other than God wearing panties and walking around Beth Sarim.