Monday, December 04, 2017

like windex, only thinner

There is something to be said for counting out loud while keeping your mouth shut.

There is nothing to be said about planting your feet firmly on uncertain ground.

There are eye opening interest questions proposed, applied, but not returned. Move ahead two spaces.

Earlier in the day, a side-stepped knock off got knocked off. Move ahead two more.

That hidden iridescence is picked out from under the inexistential camouflage unaccompanied comes as no surprise. Move back three.

Nose bleeding eloquence barks not a path on the destination; it reels in the foe like a diamond with a low third C.

The last two groups were horrid, so said the evasive cat who plays Boggle on Tuesday nights.

And the visit comes, again and again; side windows, front windows, back windows, transparent windows. Move back two.

The lift will wait.

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