Monday, August 03, 2015

Coming down to Earth from a burly heathen's pocket

The rank rank sordidly did the deed. I threw the stereotypes right out the window. Miasma played no part as elocutionists, split down the middle, made inroads on the out-roads. A pyrotechnical motor coach wafted among the prime numbers like a straight tell, now gutted by absence.

There isn't really anything comparable to going bowling.

3 comments:

Zhoen said...

Did the file get filed?

Phil Plasma said...

Just like the jump was jumped.

Zhoen said...

Rank and file.