Monday, July 23, 2012

bury the burning sensation

Painting with a storm brush is unlike a weather calamity that reeks of lucid gregariousness.

A post-dated cheque written out to Chicken Fried Steak is not at all a plagiarism of evocatively collapsed centipedes.

Stringing together an argument using lace and fringe contemporizes an act of futility much like an elbow pad can reflect pensively only on Tuesday mornings.

If the fourth sentence of this post is incomplete in any way.

1 comment:

Zhoen said...

y... I will finish it.