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I shout profanities at Galileo. He is visibly sick. Sick like a vulture. Between his gags, coughs, and throwing-up(barfs), he says (something idk)
He is then crawling around on the ground, whispering. He presses his eye to a lens. "MAGNIFI10X"; he exclaims. He is then crawling around on the ground exuding a goal reached. We are higher in the grand-old-open sky.
"For a thousand grand"I say"Would you not drink anymore?"
"For a thousand grand." he replies whimperingly.
As we accelerate upward, the giant butterflies in the sky's eyes flicker towards us, then back in front of them. They don't look at each other much.
"Alright, I'm going out back." I tell Galileo. He ties the rope around me...I grab the jar.
I jump off the back of the hot air balloon, soon, I am being dragged behind it and below it(is thousands of feet of empty space above the ground). The pixie dust I collect should keep us alight throughout the night.
A flying Heffalump speeds past us "Echo as you gooooo!" he hollers/yells, in his stripely fashion.
All of a sudden a woozle apparates on top of the barrel with the pixie dust on it, the lanturn on it. "Echo, echo, echo-that's all you say-you say as you go."His voice plunges then crackingly:"take that as you will".
He unveils his hanglider and open mouth glides, collecting pixie dust."Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" he chokes.
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Ahead of us is Atlas Poseidon Zeus. His gigantism. He laughs boomingly "Why did you come here?" he says. I feel it in my soul.
"We came to find the everlasting happiness-fire." I say.
He doesn't say a word. He doesn't nod, but I get the feeling he intended me to get the feeling he had. We take a right and we see the volcanoe ahead of us.
In the darkness, between its expulsions; the twinkling light of the fairy dust plays upon Galileo's features. It is Mardi Gras. There is a party on the hill of the volcanoe. It is a mountain.
The Ichiloidis' black charred skin-as they are swallowed in magma, with their little hats, schreech in delight. They never come out into the sun, as it burns them. Except in summer, when they go on vacation to the bahamas.
We drop down and land on a high outcrop of rock, one the magma prolly will not reach. The Ichiloidis clambour franticly, frenzily, up to us, surrounding the hot air balloon, but never entering.
The King gets up on a higher outcrop of rock with his harp and plays, the sound is bellowing; the rest of the Ichiloidis sing. Cupid jetsets from the Moon. He jetsets in a majestic ship with golden sails, torn at every edge. He passes us and continues on his voyage across the earth. What fair maiden or mister will he strike with the everlasting joy of the perfect pursuit?
Galileo acts like he's been struck by an arrow and stumbles toward me with googly-eyes. The Ichiloidis shriek in laughter.
"Now get the fuck out." Says their king.
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With the golden box, somehow both wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and a red velvet bow, that he threw to us, we rise.
(Theme about trying not to open the present)
The next day, at bout noon, we see water spirits swirling in a typhoon. Galileo outfits us with telescopes and hearing aids. We observe the bar at the surface of the mighty ocean where they are taking shots. "And then I said to her-"
But the sound is drowned out by the typhoon. So we reset the dials to the desired type of energy response and listen in.
"-And then I went to work." he finished. Dissapointed, we float on.
"Hey, weren't we supposed to do something with the water spirits?" I ask.
"I dropped them the pumice they need to concoct their drinks." Galileo replies.
The typhoon speeds up towards us, and the green water sprite from the bar hands us a gold bar. "Man, I've got to get out of this fish and tie" he says"but you know-another day @ the office.!"he smiles magnificently. No doubt a god of some type.
We float on, the sun, fading, setting on the arctic. We are wearing vegan kevlar, and are maybe warm, depending on how warm kevlar is(I don't know what's vegan, but I think Kevlar). Suddenly, we are taken by the pull of the sun and zoom into hyperspeed. We are now in the internet. We drop off the gold brick @ 4chan, the gift box @ facebook, and land safely on yesterday.com, where promethius is waiting with the eternal happiness-fire.
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>>9485539
Holy...I require additionally
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>>9486156
then try to expand upon the theme about not opening the present?
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I never understood why only /lit/ has insane anons posting walls of text
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>>9486295
Is /lit/ truly the most adderall-fueled board?
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check 'em and weep, boys
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>>9486433
>wasn't even taking Adderall.
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