ping bing ring sing ding

A fleeting thought is not made up of fleets.

In transition the dove flew east, towards an elemental mirage, striking down euphemisms while rallying against the sapphire. Who knew she would light the sky like a fresh gorgonzola?

This weekend marks the second time that something that happened only once before and will happen again, will happen again.

A strange thing happened on the way to work this morning, well, strange in the same sense that something really commonplace would have happened had this not kept from not happening. I would go into detail, only it didn't really happen, so why bother.