Nothings On

Buck off a twenty; should twenty buckshots mean nineteen too many? Extinguished abruptly, with Godspeed so mighty, effortlessly shattered, sending molars afar. So far they say a shard was found in the neighbor's yard. Found someone at the bar. Didn't want to get in the car. Pray tell, that didn't get far. I arrive at the walkway; I push past a pause, just I can't stand until standing right side up, I saw this rerun show. Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity to gesture from behind, telling, "They were scared." Startled, so too are we. Starting up again, approached closer with a tender voice. Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching, encroaching as the situation abused the determination. In determination abused, saw and became amused. Morals annihilate as fury eradicates saving grace. Roof off mouth demonstrates a desperate need to escape. Erupting out, fountain snatch; flung, streamers are strung about—it's raining. However, it had ended before any ringing got started. Destroy the annoyance so they can bury a face, not only a body. At least...