Tiny fluffy tigers rolling around in a field of daisies. They will begin force-feeding you medication to catalyze that sense of impending damnation. Frantic freight train follies. Frozen foul bits on little wooden dollies. Whirling and twirling. Jumbo lollipops and stacks of old yellow paper. Shrinking and sizzling stars fighting for a last display of radiance. Flour dowels and Bosnian towels. Fencing fencing. Resting into a fluffy skirt after a picnic on a sunny summer day, I feel like a tired little kitten. Trampoline triangulation and clandestine strangulation. Pretty little pussy willows, thank you. I saw you tossing those rocks into the lake, please knock it off; know your place.
Coked-up cattle grazing in a field of johnny whiskers under the harvest moon, can it get any more beautiful? Wading through too-tall fields of flowers without any shoes, we feel like gleeful little vixen (sometimes in the Summer we steal from the vines of the local vineyard). Strawberry starfish and blackberry barnacles; seafruit salad; I’ll have a sparkly with that, please. Chasing each other through a rainy harbor like little pouncing pygmy polecats celebrating the first winter’s snowfall. Hello, you’ve been randomly selected for immediate extermination, how very lucky!
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