Wednesday, April 18, 2018

When brackets and cackles make Elvis hungry

Sticking the jar to the symbolicly disinclined metaphor is a Parish driven aptitude that denies ill will from the vapid.

Messing with the derelict disorganization cries foul at the left-handedness of the stealthily enigmatic.

The moribund, not wanting to send a clear message, promotes ambiguity and obfuscation by the use of sudden and unexpected pauses.

Reaching out to the old television networks, much like the defunct airlines, makes me think of the compatibility matrix; well, perhaps more accurately it should be called the incompatibility matrix.

There must be a wrist watch somewhere that can tell the difference between animosity and acrimony as felt by the wearer; a little light would flash either red or red.

Tomorrow promises to be a day of the week that involves breathing; well, all except for those moments when people hold their breath.

Having been to Nebraska exactly zero times.

A telepathic surgeon once mistook the thought of her patient as the thought of her assistant and without knowing it, cocked her left eyebrow only just slightly. Involuntary musculature.

Enraged, deranged, in range, how strange, how lame, who's to blame, it's all the same, play the game, go insane!

Equatorial birds have no business playing Parcheesi with New England urban wildlife. Those grey squirrels wouldn't stand a chance.

Adidas, Converse, Nike, Puma, Reebok. Sorted alphabetically.

Set the course. Go.

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