Events Occurring In A Sleepy February Spot
Somebody heavied the air. I am afternoon weight.
Ghosts are posting aged tables into documents stored on my hard drive. I did not write those documents. —Or so I thought.
The sleep technicians like the black & white photo. They say it over and over. The male thinks the bride is cute.
Salad is in the air. It keeps happening.
My hair is at once a tree and an animal climbing out of my head. There will be both a slaughtering and a logging. I am on the edge of my non-ergonomically correct seat.
There is nothing not perverse that can be said about a fellow installing a rod in a closet, particularly when he has left a mess that must be cleaned up.
Did I just nap with a lion and a dog? Oh no. The floor is blue.
I have, at the day’s end, opened the door.
Ghosts are posting aged tables into documents stored on my hard drive. I did not write those documents. —Or so I thought.
The sleep technicians like the black & white photo. They say it over and over. The male thinks the bride is cute.
Salad is in the air. It keeps happening.
My hair is at once a tree and an animal climbing out of my head. There will be both a slaughtering and a logging. I am on the edge of my non-ergonomically correct seat.
There is nothing not perverse that can be said about a fellow installing a rod in a closet, particularly when he has left a mess that must be cleaned up.
Did I just nap with a lion and a dog? Oh no. The floor is blue.
I have, at the day’s end, opened the door.
4 Comments:
Can't say I get all your words here, but like your flow - very pleasant read, truly.
Thanks much. Nice to see you here. I've become a fan of your word-turning.
strangely enough i do get some of the words here.
mmmm...salad....
Yes, salad. And Mark thinks we're perverts for what we've said about the closet. Really, it couldn't be helped.
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