being eloquently rash

Some days the sky, not made of lint, is reminiscient of a refridgerator whose temperature was lowered just slightly below normal.

Other days the ground, made up partially of tulips, reminds us of the fact that gravity shows no mercy.

Brandishing a radish is all I can ever say. Well, that's all I'll ever say when that is what I am saying.

Real or nonsense, that's about the limit of these posts of mine lately. Maybe it is time for something new.