Presenting the Furniture
2005-03-06 - 2:38 p.m.

The real mess lied in a slew of muddled pastimes and witches that broadcasted their gorgeous moistening devices abroad.

We will take the hedges and flow scurvily into the blanket of missing oceans. You will embrace the joints in my legs and find greenery stuffed hastily in the ripples of my socks. What romance is to be had, in the mocking likeness of shores the blast lusty pigeons and gulls into one another. The time is nearly right to remove the plastic coating on our pricey beings and juice the netting until we have completed the harvest of fancy-time picnics.

Eggs.

Trees.

Butter.

Conversation.

In the grandest temple, the blinding vests recreate their sorrow.

Crows.

Pesto.

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