It's the way they can't speak for each other that gives us pause, but now whenever a paw is raised and a house comes to know its origin the old-fashioned way, then and only then can a phrase, raw with portentsial now give a fist its play, come father or son. It is said to amount to a still anonymous botheration, if Penfeld ticks the seven boxes, defeats the dreaded Hump, rides a scaly mule, utters its final verb, and now delays, one sorry trip in a rhyme, to pull it, pulse it and re-employ a fitness regime thought lost forever, now and what?
'You heard me!' the lips move, no sound emitted. This will be enough to slot you into my veinous trust decoy. You can tell if, by about the middle of the third round, the one eye with which you imagined that the bargained for future would come to naught, views my slathered nightshirt, bereft of the winking owl motif, once required a now unused appalling left foot which grazed my correct shoulder; should you say? Why yes! Of course! What kneeling rested flop could it take?
And now a bomb, re-enforced with micronutrients, envelops delight, assures a fight, entombs the light, restores her sight and all at once the velly pelted nodule is revealed to grow with vigor and whim, astir with wholes unblanked, but forever thanked. Fuck you very much.
Now, if no one minds, I'll slip into an oft-repeated account exploring the devious magick of tree-rings. An insect-of-choice, as no one has read about for ages, is required to perform this paltry stunt. The sly Red Beetle, a nocturnal creeper, features bluff removable antennae. Tweeze six at a time, pronounce the Wyrd of Binter, sprinkle with a powder brought from home. Now mount six of the shattered rings at garbled points, assess your breath, and pulse the lipids for a triumphant delay. If all is in order, now clasp the bartender's left eyebrow, whistle bars four through seven of the Number One Billboard Hit from the third week of June 1967 and finally remove your false hat. Thus is equaled completion. The healing sand will now appear in a damp envelope in the break room at work. Your task is almost done. All that's left is to drape yourself in a blue cheesecloth chemise, think on the subtle effects of an unknown color which rhymes with a little-used vowel, and just sit. Before leaping. You're done! (not).
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