Lady of Lorien
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You are swimming...and swimming...you think you cannot go on any longer, but you must, or drown....stroke after stroke, weary arms lifted...perpetual, forever, you have always been swimming...it feels like a nightmare...NOOOOOO!!! Not another noodle!!! You battle with it, struggling fiercely, but you are weakened by your hours of swimming, and cannot prevail... The noodle wraps its soft wigglyness around you and drags you down...down...down...down...past bits of carrot, chicken pieces, other noodles floating with a sinister languidness...until you drown in the chicken broth. (You didn't say how much or HOW you wanted the soup!)
I wish I could just see the sea of chicken noodle soup. But not get into it in any way, shape, or form.
I wish I could just see the sea of chicken noodle soup. But not get into it in any way, shape, or form.