Soup Protocol 7b

plinko atoms whispering toast in reverse

the concept of “maybe” explodes into nurse-shaped colors

a triangle forgets how to be a triangle and becomes a rumor

aaaaaaaaa in lowercase thunder soup protocol

crank the soup dial to emotionally hexadecimal

a refrigerator sings the autobiography of gravel

purple becomes a verb, then sues itself for defamation

the alphabet collapses into a pile of wet instructions

chair?? chair. chair.exe has become emotional fog

a sandwich opens a portal to the smell of tomorrow’s left shoe

clock screams in gelatin punctuation

“i am the elbow of time,” says a potato with credentials

meanwhile the sky is buffering in 3 unrelated languages

blip blap consequence dissolves into staircase syntax

noodle logic ascends the invisible paperwork mountain

everything is sticky but only conceptually

your shadow files for divorce from gravity

FRRRRRAAAAH the color of sound collapses sideways

we are not soup we are the spoon dreaming of soup

gibberish engines ignite the ocean’s voicemail

turn left into the concept of left becoming soup again

ZORT! the moon is now a receipt for a forgotten storm

BLINK BLANK the universe hiccups in 9D nonsense

we are absolutely not here and also aggressively here

screaming quietly in lowercase infinity bread

the concept of “door” eats a book about itself

moss negotiates peace treaties with broken syntax

a violin becomes unemployed and starts a weather system

dust remembers your name incorrectly and wins a prize

the floor is now a suggestion with teeth

lamps discuss quantum betrayal over invisible soup

a rubber thought escapes containment protocol 7b

and immediately becomes a minor deity of confusion

shhhhhhhhhh (this is the sound of meaning being removed)

bzzzt—banana algorithm refuses to compute identity

a staircase apologizes for existing in four directions at once

ERROR: time is now a decorative vegetable

octopus mathematics sings in the key of melted paperwork

your memories are now licensed under corporate fog

a thundercloud signs autographs in soup language

the sky is writing a strongly worded apology to itself

chair becomes wind becomes chair becomes regret.exe

the moon is now a spinning fax machine of existential mayonnaise

alligators debate the smell of tomorrow’s silence

and lose because silence won in overtime

ZAAAP we are the leftover idea of a blinking fork

FRRRRNNNNK the cosmos eats itself politely

turn the universe off and on again emotionally

we are screaming wallpaper inside a cosmic toaster

NO MEANING ONLY VIBRATION ONLY TURNIP ONLY LIGHT

everything collapses into a sentence that forgot how to sentence

the sky is now a subtitle with no movie attached

and it is singing aggressively about nothing

if reality were real it would apologize and leave

but instead it becomes a sandwich wearing a judge’s wig

time signs a waiver and immediately evaporates

space forgets its password and becomes soup insurance

BLORP the universe is now a sideways sneeze algorithm

SKRIIII the meaning of meaning gets arrested for existing

we are not here we are the idea of not being idea

turn the concept of turn into a turn that never turns

AAAAAAAAAA the void is cooking spaghetti out of silence

the silence is filing taxes in reverse emotional geometry

everything is everything but also legally not allowed

and the song forgets itself while finishing itself

beep… the moon was never installed correctly

boop… reality returns to manufacturer settings (oops)

brrrrt… a pigeon becomes the concept of goodbye

and the universe logs out without saving anything at all