like a roasted lemon

It is very much unlike the dissuasion of someone; picking away at the edges, counting the minutes as they pass.

Ensuring there is sufficient elbow room, trying harder to make it simpler, easier, briefer; these are the goals.

Throw a bunch of calamities into a blender; mix it with F-sharps and perspective lessons; out will come the spot.

To be thrown off the range is dissimilar from being deranged. Or is it.

Mellifluously screaming from the bottom of her gut; the inebriated unicorn cried foul when she found she was losing the chess match against a thumbtack posing as a third degree burn.

It is just the surface; that thing over there that was scratched.