In that definite & rare descriptive case,

In that definite & rare descriptive case, the logic & truth value were both valid positions. However such existential topologies were only found in null pockets of empty space.

Or in the heart of our hero. He did not know existential topology from a hole in the ground but he could find the worse kind of woman to give his love to. He was not blind to it;

olved, but his motto was "Never get involved" so he was really torn. He decided to fake his own death and move to another country where he could lay low. However, when he got to

the Low Country, it was too exposed for laying low! It was plane to sea the damming Dutch where to blame. Where was a fugitive man to Gogh? In a bid to conceal his identity he cut

tulips to hold in front of his face, but he held them too high in the low country. "Anyone would recognize those two lips!" pointed out Anna, "Wooden shoe?" He had to admit that he

found puns to be the pinnacle of comedy, even if most people hated them. So the pun made him laugh, and he wasn't ashamed to find it funny.

Life was by then way too serious and people dropped dead like flies. The flies took over the city and demolished the surveillance networks. Comedy clubs opened and life improved.

The jokes told in those clubs could’ve been improved, though. They were all about the flies, like “Heard the one about the flies taking over the city?” They had heard, so the jokes

fell flat, much like the flies dying by the windowsill. Nobody cleaned, so dust and dead flies built up in the corners year after year. The air became as stale as the cliche jokes.