Monday, June 30, 2014

bike riding in the tulips

when ship wrecks arrive on time at the dandelion eating contest, Mark's sister Bentley would play chess at such a high speed that a snail would get eaten by a snake. Parenthetically speaking, or feeling, administrating a prime numbered group of invisible sentient stifles would render this author as a catapult degrades due to diminishing returns. Cryogenically stored as an ice cream cone. Twice.


Zhoen said...

We could be sleeping in the flowers/ We could sleep all afternoon/ You'd proclaim that you're an island/ I'd proclaim that I'm one too.

Zhoen said...

(yes - I knew you'd pick up on it, photo of mine) (she answered cryptically.)