Tuesday, April 14, 2009

glass jar

Take root. The levers are clenched as walnuts and the wrecking ball swing will knock you up. Bouquets of toothflower flood the clinic Tuesday. The waiting room. This way please. Novacaine pizza party but floss the dead milk bugs out. Spring cleaning. He was up a tree but should not have to be convinced of anything. Departures continue to be scheduled and disrupted as scheduled. City planners too vomit symmetrical bulbs in the median. Daffies pop in the sun trap. Thunder wags naked and shakes the dog free of pond water. Leeches breathe like accordions trolling blind in the shallows. That's why all the barking and the coffin full of clean socks. Burlesque in the parlor at four and ten to five.

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