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I live in a chocolate world, full of ice cream and sweet things. Cherry is the name of the world, and I like it very much, because it has an under water entrance to the world of Strawberry, where whipped cream reigns supreme and the Pocky stick is king.
Katamari like strawberries roll about, ranging in size from 5cm in diameter to over 32m's. I like those too, but be careful, the big ones could crush you if you move in to their path. They pick up wads of whipped cream and occasional dippings of chocolate, and if you catch the smaller ones, you can eat those.
Towers shaped like parabolic hyperbola's dot the landscapes and when you move close enough to touch one, you can see that they are made of crystalized sugar. Trees dot the landscape, trunks of pastery and sap of cream which combine to give fruit to creampuffs which are instantly plump and ripe for the eating.
The rivers are maple syrup, the golden colour transluscent enough to reveal the mini-doughnut crabs that move through its shallows or the croissant fish that swim through its gentle current. Flour is the soil, the white powder giving rise to blades of unbaked dough which when harvested, may become whatever you please to make it in to, be it bread or bagels.
This is my world, the world made of food, where food grows everywhere and no one starves. My world. My world.
DON'T ASK! The journal entry turned in to this. And surprisingly, I was not hungry or craving for anything. Just...yeah. I wrote it out of pure, unadulterated randomness. Anyways, life is busy and I shall die. End of story. See you all around!!
Katamari like strawberries roll about, ranging in size from 5cm in diameter to over 32m's. I like those too, but be careful, the big ones could crush you if you move in to their path. They pick up wads of whipped cream and occasional dippings of chocolate, and if you catch the smaller ones, you can eat those.
Towers shaped like parabolic hyperbola's dot the landscapes and when you move close enough to touch one, you can see that they are made of crystalized sugar. Trees dot the landscape, trunks of pastery and sap of cream which combine to give fruit to creampuffs which are instantly plump and ripe for the eating.
The rivers are maple syrup, the golden colour transluscent enough to reveal the mini-doughnut crabs that move through its shallows or the croissant fish that swim through its gentle current. Flour is the soil, the white powder giving rise to blades of unbaked dough which when harvested, may become whatever you please to make it in to, be it bread or bagels.
This is my world, the world made of food, where food grows everywhere and no one starves. My world. My world.
DON'T ASK! The journal entry turned in to this. And surprisingly, I was not hungry or craving for anything. Just...yeah. I wrote it out of pure, unadulterated randomness. Anyways, life is busy and I shall die. End of story. See you all around!!