Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
A Reunion of China-Made Pitchforks.
Surrealistic pillow cases envelope a tango weary frame as cascades of sea rounded pebbles flow amidst easily snapped family ties.
Once upon an 8:47 pm, I claimed to be a diver--weighted soles and filtered oxygen and cosmopolitan game shows competing for sterilized feathers and pressure resistant cardigans and unannounced northern aggression.
Commentators commenting upon commentaries given on one sided jailbird blue soap boxes.
I was a selective audience, prerecorded laughter... synthesized applause spewed out of my diet pilled force grinned least favorite orifice. Spins and practiced foot movements, hands creeping incessantly toward the grooves of a wanted pat on the back and a wig-like congratulations. Dentures clack like prepackaged electrical rulers, and lace deteriorates with enlarged snowflake despair...
and the dorsal finned father-in-laws devour the fingernail chalkboard toupees in search of a shag carpet comfortable place to lay their stain glassed cherry flavored brains.
Once upon an 8:47 pm, I claimed to be a diver--weighted soles and filtered oxygen and cosmopolitan game shows competing for sterilized feathers and pressure resistant cardigans and unannounced northern aggression.
Commentators commenting upon commentaries given on one sided jailbird blue soap boxes.
I was a selective audience, prerecorded laughter... synthesized applause spewed out of my diet pilled force grinned least favorite orifice. Spins and practiced foot movements, hands creeping incessantly toward the grooves of a wanted pat on the back and a wig-like congratulations. Dentures clack like prepackaged electrical rulers, and lace deteriorates with enlarged snowflake despair...
and the dorsal finned father-in-laws devour the fingernail chalkboard toupees in search of a shag carpet comfortable place to lay their stain glassed cherry flavored brains.
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