chewybobcat
Record the order of the chords a musician like Lorde ordered for your entertainment. Some space of time away say the artist with little heartaches and pains sat on a microphone and sang to years of audiences in front of him.
Bulbs of hard white dangle from the ceiling, tinkling with each other when the boat rolls against a wave and turns the sparkling champagne and thinning center pieces into a lesson in gravity.
Stencil, like the single line drawings you ruined a pencil with. the shape of an unknown fish that doesn't connect or circles. lots and lots of circles you put your pencil through to turn your stencil into a hand saw.
Vacuumed sealed seal, the meat of the Alaskan tourist hotel and brothel! Eat with tabasco, sugar, or covered in molasses, but do not over refrigerate.
Through eyes smouldering like coals, Alaric watched as the silver strand peeked it's head through the center of her chest. The girl beneath him arched her back in moaning, her eyes closed shut to the demon looming over her. One tremor of pleasure sent her curled with electricity, and with one snap of his flask her soul was sucked inside and bottled up. Alaric looked at the engraving and watched as the menacing, grinning demon's features softened into a gentleman. He tossed the flask aside and focused his attention on the girl beneath him.
boggle. I cheated and I premeditated a word while the page loaded. Boggled like a pair of googly eye goggles. wait, that doesn't sound right. Rapper voice initiate.
Uh, cuz you gotta say uh before you fling a pattern big like the rings of saturn break on open a greek lamp and reach to the bottom and pick up an answer from Artemis helping hard on this stringing words to create thoughts and realize maybe i'm not an artist.
But I'm not. Pity.
Ooh good one. I should be be able to write a lot about this one. Something good. Something liiike, uh, Idk.
If one were to look up from their backyard and into the mountain, one would see a spec. This spec is more or less as big as your pinkie, but you couldn't really tell because the spec is moving down the mountain pretty quickly, "As fast as gravity can pull," one would think.
If one were to care just enough to watch a little longer, this blot would hit the base of the mountain, slowly come to a stop, get up and dust itself, look around to see if anyone had seen his embarassing fall, and continue up the terrain as though it never happened.
Plot twist: This spec was me.
What we are allowed to do is a very subtle way of telling us what's more fun to do.
We hopped the fence, regardless of the coming sprinklers, and sprawled out on Hole 13's green.
After kissing her goodnight, I crept back through the window in the sunrise hours and kissed my mother good morning.
Lofty clouds plume above us, billowing up and out and dissapating into the storm clouds that hang over.
Below, the fire swallowing our old bedrooms,
the flames licking the walls I painted myself,
sparks burped from the chewed up pictures of us smiling at the camera,
flicker and fade,
they are the ones laughing now.
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