slap my wrists
the exit elbows are fraught with dandelion mixtures that permeate regardless of the weather or level of pantomiming.
the entry knee-caps vary from being electrically charged to richly dark chocolate.
ideas are only as smelly as the garden out of which they sprout.
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pantomiming. i am saying the word over and over again. my students think ive lost it.
"fraught with dandelion" makes me think of a the robot maid from the Jetsons, rotting away, overcome by vines and thorns, but still quietly singing the Sprocket Inc song.
now I`m saying pantomiming over and over again. but there`s no one around to think i`ve lost it.
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