Smoked Salmon

In the land of Coldest-joy, you can hear the distant cries of an upset word-comparator sobbing sorrowfully like the water-turner, taking the agony of pollution and climate change.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I spotted a town-flier that was more loyal than a fluffy siberian husky.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I smelt smoked salmon with scrumptious soy, wafting through the air like the greatest thing ever.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I tasted the heavens of anger and the hells of pleasure.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I sang the song of Rick Roll to the void.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I found a Poison Dart frog inversing the pain that man inflicts on its brethren.

In the land of Coldest-joy,I sensed a python whos eyes pierced more than arrows, teeth sharper than candy-canes, and scales tougher than diamonds.

In the land of Coldest-joy,I tried to block out the melancholy cries of a wheezing cat-giggler for its beautiful soft luxurious fur.

In the land of Coldest-joy, I gave myself up too the rotting wonderland of despair so sad, it was joyous.