TO LOVE YOUR SELF BRIEFLY

 Thought Experiment blog thing 

4.33 

TO LOVE YOURSELF BRIEFLY 

A solo exhausted newsreader all audio only 

Mumbling incoherently to start " my mum used to do my tie up i do not really have any idea.............. at 4.33 PM yesterday for four minutes thirty three seconds precisely all of the UK and Rep of Ireland residents had the same what we now call the sensing or the happening a profane sacred dream like connection too the same 4 experiences everyone witnessed and felt the same dream sequences , Opponents to the experience have all ready referred it too being called the great Unravelling .........    We now can roughly group the 4 as ...

1 The Holy Vagina of CastleRea ... a 15ft golden vagina was seen hovering over the market town of CatleRea in County Roscommon the only other part of it where Mickey Mouse gloved hands waving independently to its sides for exactly four minutes thirty three seconds

2 The Calf's of Newport South Wales and Ulster Northern Ireland ,   two Calf's one in each location of identical look white with a black spot on the foreheads started both repeating words , The Newport calf said over and over again " Quasi Demes Canis" for four minutes thirty three seconds . The Ulster Calf said " Wie Ein Verruckter Hund " over and over again ... Both translated in old English as " Like a Madd Dogge" which was also sensed by all .....

3 Everyone sensed and saw the same images again and felt the same emotions .. Boris Johnson had rounded up all Tory HQ staff with a old rifle holding them hostage leading them to a local council swimming pool where one gentleman was taking advantage of  a early bird swim  , All the HQ staff started to get aroused by being taken hostage where on a voluptuous secretary was pushed into the pool by a colleague , the swimmer had no idea what was going on but the secretary came on to the swimmer who put his thumb in her bottom

4 Bleek St a Gothic novel appeared in front of all residents of the UK and Rep of Ireland and it started reading itself a short story 

" He washed up near Grim Blighton a rotund camp attendant couple saw him first , both confused between salvation and pity, not a hair on his head was out of place,no one survived the Filthy  Wash polluted to the point of ambivalence, he strode up the beach, naked to the sordid world, some say some poor gents expired from over exertion, he was perfect , the lesbian triads changed sides back and forth and back again , a herd of fluffies sunning themselves as sea cows forgot there costumed fondling's and sat hairy mouths ajar , the stranger said nothing , people started to cry , In Mongolia a farmer denounced farming and took up chess instead, a tea lady kindly poured her scolding urn  over the head of a demon MP then jumped out of the nearest cloistered window whether she flew or fell i do not care, the stronger received numerous marriage proposals often to couples anger who also proposed to him, he made his way up the jintz a street of such dire taste one shop owner set fire to his entire stock, the stranger sat in the square hole and looked , fear and fascination from the throng that was the residents of grim blighton , the light hit them all in the blink of a false eye lash , HE HAD COME BACK! , tears exploded , guilt was banished , gusto rained , some where else a inconvenience was squashed, not a good omen , then more emerged from the sea Wednesday was turning out odder than normal.......

So far ladies and gentleman no Academics or other clever souls have a clue......... 

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