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I have created a new species of the metaphor and unlike pataphors, in a Museaphor, a primary metaphor is created and then from it a secondary one is created.

Submitted: March 08, 2016

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Submitted: March 08, 2016



Her pubis was a dark night. The dark night enveloped his life’s misery.

Palestine is a hot volcano. She too is a hot volcano.

Making love was paradise for them. His paradise is a bottle of scotch.

While making love, they blossomed into a flower. Reading fiction was a blossoming flower for him.

Time became a hyperbole of smoking weed. Weed is the essence of an epiphany in his life.

His dreams are soaked in a watery apparition. When he hallucinates on weed, he becomes a watery apparition.

He wakes with the art of an erection. The art of erecting language is possible as a hyperbole.

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