What Could Be Under A Bridge of Sand?

Is this? When you first backed down, did all the small lids need mending or does one by seven by six crash the temporal doll a piece at a time until, .... one of these days.....?


It's a pretty title monster. A hand holds the front but I'm not afraid; in a true August night we'll feel a frustration that will take from us. All is tinted buvonic glass. There is a trend.


Will Slape accuse Brother Moffat of withholding a true ring, this time even more broadly, or of scouting a trim brigand of insectoid trifles, while a cane stirs the hemlock diadem with a strategic manifold to pleat the grand?


We volley and a vain whisper veers skyward as a nullified cocoon upholds courtesy in sullen waxy accents and Austen's piebold livery bench approaches Ground Zero in tandem with a charred rotting clasp which straightens my tongue as offered in trick buttes of grift.


You have dreamed that one willing piece shall explode the rational prying code in a Basque courtyard still unseen as a stern gentleman mopes at dusk. It treats a polyvalent non-event as one wishes and breaches the noon dystopia as if one lurks in staccato drippage with coonskin to veil the mordant pill in a pithy attempt at honor-from-behind.

In our final gull's leering vapage, the third instant's record trust quotient respects not one separated wilting tote-board and the reaming of solid flasks remains but a tent peg of infamy as semi-liquid trance-points are envisioned to lift a maid to the source of our blasted freedom under a bridge of sand.


But why, either at once or at all, do the boys of slumber take their stand and cake their hand, leaving a pair of latchkey pastry-eaters none the wiser in a lemony pastel schizoid blood-product sort of way?


You know the answer, as anyone not officially dead can plainly see. And we will give you the time you need to feel an internal rightness, while above all else, your train is busted. Now we clap. A person enters. Our zone is defiled. The sugary drink seems but a small price to pay for skipping out on paving the way with unmet promises. Fool.