Behind the word mountains

The copy warned the dummy copywriter that it had been rewritten umpteen times where it came from and that all that was left of its origin was the word "and" and that the dummy copywriter should turn around and return to his own safe country. But all the good talk couldn't convince it and so it wasn't long before a couple of sneaky copywriters ambushed it, got it drunk with lunge and slogan and then dragged it back to their agency, where they misused it again and again for their projects. And if it hasn't been rewritten, they're still using it. Far back, behind the mountains of words, far from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the blind texts. They live in seclusion in Buchstabhausen on the coast of the Semantik, a large ocean of language. A small stream called Duden flows through their village and supplies them with the necessary regularities. It's a paradisiacal land where fried sentence fragments fly into your mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation rules the blind texts - an almost unorthographic life. One day, however, a small line of dummy text, her name was Lorem Ipsum, decided to go out into the wide world of grammar. The great Oxmox advised her against it, as it was teeming with nasty commas, wild question marks and sneaky semicolons, but the little line of dummy text was not to be deterred.

Far back, behind the mountains of words, far from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the blind texts. They live in seclusion in Buchstabhausen on the coast of the Semantik, a large linguistic ocean. A small stream called Duden flows through their village and supplies them with the necessary regularities. It's a paradisiacal land where fried sentence fragments fly into your mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation rules the blind texts - an almost unorthographic life. One day, however, a small line of dummy text, whose name was Lorem Ipsum, decided to go out into the wide world of grammar.

The great Oxmox advised her against it, as it was teeming with nasty commas, wild question marks and sneaky semicolons, but the little blind text was undeterred. He grabbed his seven capitals, slipped his initial into his belt and set off. When it had climbed the first hills of the Italic Mountains, it took one last look back at the skyline of its home town of Buchstabhausen, the headline of Alphabetdorf and the subline of its own street, Zeilengasse. A rhetorical question ran wistfully down its cheek, then it continued on its way. On the way, it met a copy.