dig it out, paint it plaid, not twice, or

The wicked search for a varnished cloud cover nixed the rage that fled secretly. The Baptist that made decisions didn't know what the clock should have said when it came time to blockade the leaches from counting eleven-teen times to two. Range driving, strange diving, lane deriving and brain striving. Lists of lists of lists. Twice.

Dandelion milk as a cross-typed cello player rode a transit bus driven by a melancholy driver wearing mismatched socks. Do I include the swim apparel options or not? That is the question left unanswered by the people who aren't risking their nail clippings or dandruff. That a trip to Dordrecht is even an option doesn't tell anyone the perfect time to start eating.

Dichotomous ambiguity was split in half, making two unequal sides. Makes me wonder if the word 'ambivalent' isn't always used correctly. That a stranger would even contemplate switching roles after having read the kite string's Miltonic sonnet comes as no surprise to the Baptist decision maker from the first sentence.

That line after line after line, one by me, and the next by elsewhom, was the only way for me to get past and passed was a mistake only later I understood to be a mistake. It didn't help that elsewhom didn't notice or didn't do anything about it. Wrench, bench, flinch, cinch, sloth, cloth, doth; that it was once, and then again, and then again, and then again, and then again, and then again, and then again, and then again; it didn't stop, it really didn't stop, it couldn't stop, it wouldn't stop, it even hasn't stopped if you look closely.

It is only on the upside that the downside or the upside down or the right side up or the left side wrong or the right side left... that even a unidirectional arrow could carry me backwards, it wouldn't be like ice fishing, snow shoeing or gargling. It also wouldn't be like golfing, slurring or braking. I should know.

Telepathy wouldn't have made a difference.

Comparing the micro with the macro, the vivid with the livid, the shameful with the shameless or the sentinel with the seasonal; it always takes two to Tango; but only one for a whole lot else.

Close or far, summarized or abstracted, quick or slow or stopped; all ranges that can be defining. All ranges that can be refined but not dined. All ranges that can be thrown but not brown?

Who knows if a mobile device in the summer of 1990 would have changed anything; who even knows what a mobile device will look like in 2090? That even this is under consideration is all that is up in the air, all that is made of that stinky cheese that few people really like to eat. I don't know if that is the correct method, the right way or the least broken strategy. Perhaps I'll never know.

Side-linked catharsis rings given out dolefully by urchins to followers knits fledgling marsupial author enlightenments to unprepared passers by.

Got the go, stop the pot, flop the goop, twinge and cringe and singe. Wake up, go to sleep, yawn, nap, flop, stop.