Please, FS goddess, grant this story coherence

Please, FS goddess, grant this story coherence & by your grace may this fold fruitfully spawn more folds of brilliant wit, erudition & other qualities tba at yr convenience
" said the worshiper at the FS Goddess' folded altar. The Wordsmith clapped his hands, "Silence! You may not entreat the FS Goddess without your sacrifice!" The worshiper pulled
out the finest vellum whose accordion folds fell open, shimmering in the light."My sacrifice" said the worshipper. "I now beseech the FS Goddess-" "Sacrilege!" the Wordsmith interr
Rupted. A million Scrabble pieces fell out and formed the next fold: The iceman cometh, so let's drink to the apparent random process of folding lines as we think of them.
Like a barrel of folding monkeys we chain words with mirth but no worth.Ötzi had a hole drilled in his head to relieve the pressure from too many cave bear stories.His mate Smorga
was the sister of Nova, the cavewoman who invented the wheel, and since she was the sister that must mean she is due some of the glory for being the sister of the one who invented
the flat tire. But Nova's sister received no such recognition, having had nothing to do with the wheel's invention. Nova's brother Axel went on to invent the wheel connection, but
his inventions came to an abrupt halt, literally, when Nova's uncle Brake put the... well, you know, on the whole operation. And so Nova's entire operation hit the skids. What was
he going to do now? He was broke and a bit depressed, with both his inventions and his third arm graft (on his back, so scratching himself would be more convenient) having failed.
He had no money & no place to live; his wife ran off with a garbage truck driver named Bernice (who found her way onto his Dental Insurance policy). Then, Bernice backed over him.

Started: 2014-01-03 18:56:55
Finished: 2020-06-14 03:21:36

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