Conducting the Invisible Orchestra and Choir Practice to Return to the Chip and Dale
I wrote a story by getting predictive text to finish my sentences. The result is a genuine and authentic Mexican restaurant in the bathroom.
Alistair stood in his front room conducting an orchestra that only he could see. This was normal for Thursday mornings because he was the only one that was not able to make an appointment with Dr. Cat and the gate alarm device.
The gate alarm device was made by a group of people who have a nice time with their family and friends. They are the kind of people who are interested in the dark side.
Alistair was afraid to go in the park at night when the secret control app has had the chance to look at it. It was connected to the CCTV cameras which is why the hell is going on. He preferred to stay away from all that and play with his wife.
Alistair's wife was a pleasure to have a nice time with. This is one of the reasons he married her, as well as the dark side. Nobody could escape the room. If they tried to escape, they would have colorful flowers and plants in a few days.
Alistair's favorite restaurant was the one that sold the car to the sound of music and dance floor. Why was a restaurant selling cars? It doesn’t make any sense unless you are not filtered and washed with PBS documentary. Let that be a lesson to you and your mind.
“I’ve never had this much fun in my life,” said Alistair with a lot more calcium and phosphorus and advice about Xmas Eve angels. “If I could do this every day, I would be a lesson in the bathroom, but I don’t have any chips or cracks in the dark.”
His wife (let’s call her Susan, even though her name was actually Yvonne) waved her arms around like crazy so that she could have colorful flowers and leaves and debris from the airport. This caused the death of a building. Then she pranced to the meeting. She pranced to most meetings and events and activities which made the changes and modifications to the sound quality.
“Susan, you are late,” they said with a big load of stuff on the other hand.
“My name isn’t Susan, it’s Yvonne,” she said with a lot more calcium and magnesium sulfate.” But I apologize for not getting any better already. It’s about time I had a house in the park. Then I can prance about freely without a care in the bathroom.”
“Sit down and shut up, or we will be forced to take your bike and foot pump and filter the results.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied in a manner similar to the chip shop.
Meanwhile, Alistair had discovered that the airport in the park was looking at him and his arms. This worried him because he was stood up and running the business. What business? The building that feeds the soul. It makes perfect sense if you don’t mind.
Alistair was unemployed and a medium-sized bowl of cereal. He was also wondering if there was a cold water and sewer line to the chip shop. He thought too much sometimes, and that is what the hell is going on. He was mad and crazy, with so much sense as well. He was a mixture of both. It meant he was a pleasure to have the opportunity to meet.
To Alistair, the world was a cold and wet and windy city. But he was happy most of the day and night when noise disappeared.
Abrupt ending to the story because it was all very bizarre, to say the least.
