mushy stuff

"The story details a straight line who falls in love with a dot. The dot,

finding the to be line stiff, dull, and conventional, turns her affections

toward a wild and unkempt squiggle. The line then managed to bend himself,

giving rise to shapes so complex he had to letter his sides and angles to keep

his place. The dot then realized that what she had seen in the squiggle to be

freedom and joy was nothing more than chaos and sloth."-Norton Juster

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the oatmeal-coloured confines of the waiting game. Toss me overboard and don't bother rescuing me. When I can't see myself how can you see me?