Monday, March 13, 2017

barking up the wrong tree scale

There isn't a wrist watch that I wouldn't consider, at least momentarily, as one that a person could wear. I, of course, am a person, though when I am unconscious I have no awareness of being a person, so it is possible that I am not always a person.

There is most likely an armpit that knows what the best fifth move is in a chess game played against a puddle of olive oil. Being bereft of an idea doesn't always keep one from pushing forward, making decisions or galloping uselessly.

A barrel of strawberries wanted to go skiing.

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