Freakish

I wrote this story last night... I was REALLY high...so it might make more sense if you are stoned when you read it.
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He sat at the spinning wheel and set it in motion. With a needle in one hand he took the thread and quickly weaved it together. As the wheel span he continued to weave and sew until he had made a shirtcuff which now hung loosely around his wrist like a bracelet.
The wheel turned faster and he accelerated his sewing. Soon he had knitted together an entire sleeve.
The wheel and his sewing sped up even more until he had made an entire shirt which he was now dressed in.
But he did not stop there.
The wheel span faster.
He grabbed the thread and twisted it. He threaded the needle and weaved together a small knot. He continued to manipulate the knot with the needle. He was not exactly sewing with the thread anymore. He was now knitting together the tiny strands that made up the thread. Pretty soon he had turned the strands into eight perfectly round, metal buttons which he used to fasten his shirt.
The wheel span faster.
He sewed some more.
He knitted himself four polished wooden chairlegs and on the end of these chairlegs he weaved a comfy looking, padded chair.
He sat down in the chair and span the wheel faster.
He weaved with the air that the thread occupied. He turned the air into sleep and fell asleep in the chair.

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All of the above it true...except for the lies