There’s a hole in the wall. Our wall. A shared wall with a cardboard inside. The nature of the wall’s materiality should be better hidden but the hole makes the whole wall into a cake. Different layers of the cardboard sponge cake on display.
Brown cardboard sponge wall cake.
Brown sponge cardboard wall cake.
Brown wall cardboard sponge cake.
Brown cardboard wall sponge cake.
Someone was clearly set on a slice of the cake. Remove the slice to eat the slice, remove the slice to eat the slice. REMOVE THE SLICE TO EAT THE SLICE. Chanting does help with confidence.
An orchestra of organs. The orchestra of organs eggs on the lone frontal organ to punch the wall. Punch the wall, punch the wall, PUNCH THE WALL!
There is no way to deny the collectively generated peer pressure of an entire organ orchestra.
AAAAAHHHH(god I hope the core is made of something soft)HHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The lone organ vanquishes his foe. The peer pressure is met, a debt owed is payed and received. The legacy is reborn a new. The boys all reach in for a slice of the cardboard sponge cake. Brown cardboard wall sponge cake.