Wind-up weather balloons leaking your secrets most-grandeur. The natural although artificial concept of a glowing globule around a glowing globule, the mist sure helps. A jackstone jaguar liming stone. Limestone. Lime stone. Limes tone. Rearranging the alphabet to be more efficient–you, or the alphabet? Ink pad blot burst birds, on the old cellar scratchpad. Total radial transparency–or, dependency. Near-holographic halo hair; the face of an angel. Intentional indecipherability, that is, not to say it lacks in substance: a jigsaw benefits from a missing piece. Gawping at the pretty colors while new-age nimrods needlessly argue the name of such. The insuppressible urge to illustrate the aforementioned.
You’re disgusting, smeared by what you sought to seduce, oafish. Satin silk sweet tea on the patio to cleanse oneself of the evening practice. Lie in sweet summer wheatgrass: an oh-so-rude intruding recollection. A momentary guild guise: a lapse in judgement, catacomb corruption. Overwhelming clementine caustics. Oregonian church organ organs. An altruistic abstraction to the tasteless. David, field journal: Canadian bobcat. David, field-journal: Canadian lynx.
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