Trees Talking
A widescreen angle of a steel rimmed fish is rumored to be rhymed with the stark motionless spectacles which are glimmering on the small oak table akin to spare ratchets or a rusted piece of metal. It is imperative on this particular journey to have ten arms sixty legs and a large tubular head. Now that looks especially nice in a headscarf of pure wool, nylon or even silk. Woven weaves without weeks. And weekends are not waiting so why waste a wader in a washing up bowl. To fish in a soup is to discover long lost particles. And particles can be very clever and charming when telling stories of oaths truths, and historical beams. Wow. Whose whooshing came out then? Was it the little pile of leaves or was it the dustbin bag? Who is to say that delivering a note to a goblin house would not exact great change in a cuckoo clock. So don't change a light bulb with a semi cable of carcass then. Haha rowing boats are arriving filled with French fries and salsas in tutus. Hahaha pink mustard jam jelly equals yum yum yum said an elephant to a bullfrog. Haha telephone smiling at a beanstalk talking. Xxxxx cumbersome cakes xxxxx recommendations zzzzzzz.~
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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