branching out like a gorge
The kneecaps of fright lick tumultuously in the dark.
Bringinginginginginginginginginginginginginginginginginginginginging. Twice?
Mark marked the mark like Mark marked it earlier. Again.
If you count the number of Cheerios in a dough-nut made of calamity, does the couch ring true like a diamond miner's elbow pads?
You can bank on it, well, the bank.
If this post reminds you of the window that didn't get broken for the last three and five quarter minutes.
5 comments:
Patella.
You very much captured the essence of the first couple of words of this post. Good job, Z!
I do strive to match your reality sphere.
Patella? Really? You have a reality sphere?
deb: my reality sphere is made up of the reality that surrounds me. I believe you have one also.
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