Where Is Norway?

        For him, he didn't need instruction to understand what was tragically simple; what his reality was, was his reality, for nothing can eternally christen perfection. He sometimes preferred blankness to save him from the rehearsed horror that either questioned him of his day or danced around him relating an array of sounds to a memory of clichéd happiness, which is more of a threat than your childish masculinity of outnumbering beings that crave bodies like the machines beneath the levitating ocean.
     They all forget and move on through the clinical stages of hope since it is already less appealing than the earth.
     One man even found two omnipotent themes that govern our world, but said it in a place that I think is regressive and pampering to name a reality, and I also heard some one-sided talk of neo-evolution, much like the ones who used to be acquainted revolutionaries of the fading giants in places people confuse with knowledge that supplies the toys hidden within a sound system that lasted just short of the time it takes to agree that excess heat causes ever-expecting capitalism to be thrown into the air and creates more appendages to be lugubriously imagined by passenger walkers who actually try to live a life that doesn't govern the Sun to be positioned over the densely isolated first world.