Wednesday, January 30, 2013

bargaining for a higher cost

Plagues, much like a temper tantrum, work the kinks out of the sylvan erotica. To have done otherwise would have resulted in an opportune moment where a couch from the 1970s would feel guilty about cheating at Rob the Pack. Eating elven pancakes with kennel lint as a condiment is the least likely of all celebrity styled shopping sprees.

Sordidly painting dandelions on to her back lawn at dawn, Sue dangled perilously close to the ground. Nightshades notwithstanding, a geriatric goat race on an icy oval is much like the way a hummingbird purchases a lozenge building factory.

2 comments:

ghost said...

preach it, brother phil.

Phil Plasma said...

yeah, whoa, to those who will listen.

nine-day old apple sauce to everyone else.