And on the sixth fredge the goddess spoke: “Here yea, here yea, for the milk doth flow in a wave around our knees when we wade on promised clouds.
“And behold, for beauty is the solicitor of free fur.
“And remember, for if you forget, a great fog will settle on the clearings in the forests of undeniable ricochets.”
The dolphins did not have legs yet and still they ran on glass. The goddess, embarrassed by her own vicissitudes, escaped to Drextonia and pickled olives.
Eat sausage? I would rather purchase my name and sell it for a thimbleful of egregious battle salt. But when one flies so low, not even the bees recognize one’s contrail.
Flustered ponies line up in the corners of toilets. I mount one in stark consternation about my follicles. But through it all I yawn: this world has shattered saucers and indubitably the next.
I ask you, dear reader, is your left mind not strong enough to growl at pigeons when they fly to the outermost reaches of dependency?
Yeremites. Oodles of them.
Seth threw five violins at the enemy. He ducked and ducked again until his warble drowned in murders of wings. So he stooped. A finch nearly avoided his mountain. Then Seth jumped. Oh my – the insignificance of mushrooms. But fair is fair.
Kinetically speaking, a zoom can contain a plop but not if the devil himself lends a tripod. Throw in a hatchet, spit at a racist, categorize your dust. Then retry.
When the kraken rises, your cheese toasty will be just right.
Troutburger.
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