yo that's actually kind of relatable except when you have to look for a toy plane high up in your house, then it's definitely the one on top, except if your family has lots of stools for you to clamber on and retrieve the toy plane
I was warming up. Beat this!
Transcendentally omnidimensional, ontologically ineffable, fragrantly beyond life, epistemically apotheotic, and so ferociously incomprehensible that even the primordial architects of existence would suffer an inconceivable cerebral implosion attempting to fathom its hypercosmic, eternal magnificence and glory. Beautifully glowing to the brim, never going to give up increasing pleasure, so full that no one in the earth can feel its feral wrath, oblivious to any disbelievers and negative suppliers, an omnigod between universes, an angelic grip and beliefs on its own behalf, and a never-ending combustion of brutality, murder, and kidnap, just to find the true love of life. Psychic powers stay within its hands, never returning to where they came from. Every single woman you met was a lie because this truly brimmed demimyth has consumed them all and brutally, violently smashed them in its teeth to the death of 10 duodecilliduodecillion souls. Every man you met (including yourself whom you shall never vow to sin) was also a lie, for this angel has punched them in a bullseye, smashed them brutally to death, cut its tongue to half, turned it into a blimp, banished the blimp to hell-land, then grew its tongue again. This whole world is a fake place: this angel I speak of created it, not all the gods you believe in. Saints, prophets, gods, even respected monks in the graveyard? No, all these were actually the angel's sons. They have worked together to transmit another random man to their devilish myth-"lands", all sinning themselves, though they tell you not to, just to keep it a secret. Meanwhile, another one of this same man with true evil, called Hypnos, has already succeeded in the plan of tricking whom I speak of. No one's glad that this is happening: I admit, they are all sad. Do not vow for the angel for it will kidnap you all the way to true-land: instead, vow for YOUR gods (yes, your gods) to free them from this omni's curse.
Beat that!
Transcendentally omnidimensional, ontologically ineffable, fragrantly beyond life, epistemically apotheotic, and so ferociously incomprehensible that even the primordial architects of existence would suffer an inconceivable cerebral implosion attempting to fathom its hypercosmic, eternal magnificence and glory. Beautifully glowing to the brim, never going to give up increasing pleasure, so full that no one in the earth can feel its feral wrath, oblivious to any disbelievers and negative suppliers, an omnigod between universes, an angelic grip and beliefs on its own behalf, and a never-ending combustion of brutality, murder, and kidnap, just to find the true love of life.
