bring out the lawnmowers with the turbulence

Not all of what can't be said to the doughnut whole was hole.

Not all of the holes were whole.

Hall, fall, doll, call, pall, y'all and saw. Counting to eleven or counting on Elvis.

All of the ceiling panels went on strike; or spare, it depended on how good at bowling they were.

Kentucky Fried Chicken does not always come from Kentucky. Cheesecake doesn't all come from Kentucky either, in case you were wondering.

Serendipity, much like her sister equanimity, found her social circle dwindling almost imperceptibly, perhaps by one or two percent annually.

Equinox, much like solstice, complained about the miserable neighbour who spilt maple syrup in the dog food bowl.

Speaking of equinox, there is one happening in about 15 days from this post; it is at the time that the Sun crosses the celestial equator, heading North. I hope the Sun doesn't get lost along the way.

I have not eaten fish at any time within the last sixteen minutes. I suspect this will also hold true for the next 16 minutes; this is a form of predicting the future.

Count the bakers, search the fakers, burn the cakes but learn the shakes. Not a cue, stop a few, claim a crew, slice the dew.

Just do.