Twas the night of the Rovand Ball, and the handicapped gentleman was preparing for his date. After he was done clipping his toe nails he glued them together to make his dog into a beautiful unicorn. But little did he know, his dog was already a unicorn, so he ended up creating the omniscient double unicorn. With a swift whip of his spectral mane, the unicorn beckoned the man to reconsider his attendance to the ball and streak through Central Park. In accordance, the gentleman loosened his belt, pulled off his trousers, and skipped merrily through his apartment like a hare. The unicorn watched, salivating, eyes afixed on his flopping hair. "What fabulous hair!" yelped the unicorn, as his head turned into a snake. The snake's destiny was to seek out and destroy every TV-show host in Bollywood with the skull of a recently deceased hare. "See you in Bollywood or hell, hare!" said the snake. "This is a travesty." decreed the gentleman. He knew there was no way he could let the snake accomplish this most inhumane task. So, he set out on his flying waffle in pursuit of the teleporting fiend. "Oh, shit son!" screeched the gentleman. "My flying waffle is missing" His journey would have to begin afoot. He galloped along the street, and found himself an interesting old woman. (see, the gentleman was a cougar hunter.) The old woman let him know of the prophecy. "With seven eyes of stardusted chicken hair, you can uncover the Kingdom of burning dry noses-" but she was interrupted by the body of the double unicorn who had come alive to selfdestruct the entire neighborhood. Suddenly, the old woman pointed at the man and said "April 26, 2017!" and turned into Peanut Butter.

Tonight, I copied that from paper to the computer, printed it out, cut it up, and formed a new novel, titled NOVEL pt II.  It is a fascinating read as well, and it was composed at random.  How elegant, how visionary!

"Bollywood or hell, hare!" said the snake. The traveling gentleman was praparing for his date. After he was on his way, he could let the snake accomplish its most inhumane task: to make his dog into a beautyful unicorn. But little did the snake know of the teleporting fiend. "Oh, shit son!" screeched the serpant upon greating the omniscient double unicorn. He began afoot, with a swift gallop along the street, reconsidering his attendence to face his foe. The gentleman spotted an old woman, who then loosened his belt, pulled off his trousers, and merrily skipped about. "You can uncover the Kingdom!" yelled the unicorn as he watched, salivating, eyes afixed on his floppy, stardusted chicken hair. Suddenly, the body of the double unicorn, who had come alive to selfestruct, turned into a snake. The snake's destiny was to seek out the woman who pointed at the man and said "April 26, 2017!" and destroy her with the skull of a recently deceased hare. "See you on the night of the Rovand Ball" the handicapped gypsy decreed to the gentleman. He knew there was no way to be done clipping his toe nails by then, so he glued them togetther to make a mask. He set out on his flying waffel in pursuit of his dog, who was already a unicorn, so he ended up crying. Cried the gentleman, "my flying waffel is missing." With the whip of his spectral mane, the unicorn beckoned the man and he found himself on an interesting journey through Central Park. In accordance, the gentleman let him know of the prophecy. "With seven eyes of merry hares, the unicorn burned through his apartment like a dry nose--" but he was interrupted by the yelping unicorn, "What a fabulous hair!" as his head turned and struct the entire neighborhood. Suddenly, the snake appeared and destroyed every TV-show host in Bollywood, which then turned into Peanut Butter.

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You might need to look up the definition of novel.

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It was spelled with two dots above the o, pronounced nOvelle.  ie, hard o, and "elle" as in the spanish el for "the"

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