Pointlessness

A very uselessly and long paragraph about nothing
There is a giant monkey on your head. There is something wrong with your face. There is a black cat in your nose. There is a melon in your eye. There is a deer who thinks he is people. There is a world that knows it doesn’t exist. There is a polite zombie asking if he can eat someone’s brain. There is an eye in your ear. There is an annoyance asking for senior pictures. There is a china man watching you. There is a banana gouging a rhino’s eyes out with a rusty spoon. There is a German Frank inside Dolan’s mouth. There is a single aircraft carrying sixty seven nuclear missiles headed directly at a single solitary area that is about sixty feet by sixty feet. There is a hippie in a helicopter. There is a one hundred foot tall humanoid creature attempting to battle Chuck Norris… and failing... miserably. There is a possibility of complete and total extinction of the entire human race and you people are complete and total idiots. There is an oblivious oaf standing in a puddle of toxic waste. There is a scarecrow that is killing people with a meat cleaver. There is an incredibly and incomprehensibly elongated sentence in this unimaginably nonsensical paragraph that has no meaning or use to anyone that exists or has ever existed on this world in this universe or any conceivable existence that has or will ever have the possibility of ever being an actual place or any non conceivable existence that does not have any possibility of ever being an actual place or any non conceivable existence that does have a possibility of being an actual place or any completely inconceivable existence that has the possibility of ever being conceived by any one single being or of ever being possibly conceived by any multitude of beings that may or may not have a possibility of being in an inconceivable or conceivable existence that may or may not have the possibility of existing in this universe or possibly existing in any other conceivable or inconceivable universe that may or may not have the possibility of being conceived by any one or any multitude of creature or creatures in this existence or any other conceivable or inconceivable existence. There is a failure of examples of “long sentences” on the internet. There is a possibility of a beer sitting in the fridge. There is an inferno that is “owned” by a man named Dante. There is a website that not even a website dedicated purely to Chuck Norris can rival. There is “me” which is not me, but in fact it is John. There is a lot of stuff.