The Day of the Puce Paisley Plague

There was once a pretty ordinary day given that it happened in this weird burg. It was a day characterized by everything turning puce paisley. The Day of the Puce Paisley Plague is how I refer to it.  Literally every, single, solitary item turned both purple and paisley, but that was barely shocking compared to the other thing that happened. It was also the day of puce paisley blindness for all but this citizen of Walla Walla and thus the day remains un-celebrated, non-commemorated, super-unsolemnized, and is thus, a raw nerve with some, and has even been known to cause an actual illness or talent in those who experienced The Day of the Puce Paisley Plague. Those who remember. It might or might not have caused a weird anomaly to develop in that subject. It could be said that it was right there that the cog slipped and the skull filling started to turn, but we'd say it was a more stupid mix of more accidents and bullshit than that accounts for the current level of wack production this would seem to indicate, but whatever. It was upon this very day of August and it happed, lo a many season back. It was what also put a certain person who noticed the reality shift, which was then accompanied by reality blindness, perceived an interesting clue about the nap on the purple paisley velvet of reality. Anyhow, it rendered non-garishness forever too dull and reality forever suspect. Systemic changes are occurring at an interesting pace in the Walla-sphere in the most singularity-emergent neon mixed prints. Fashion-trends of pure perceptual providence move fast. Fasssssst, like one of those racer snakes. So, in an effort (update-- there was some gibberish here about the painting website. Even I don't know what it meant.) There may also be no cogent reason for such thing to be done. It's really hard to say sometimes. When Herb shows up on the MTV music awards, who knows? No. I'll just change the name or something faster.