Wordy Richness

Keep in mind: when you get delirious because it’s almost two, and you feel like writing and so you do, this is what you come up with.

One

Now what is all this hoopla flapping gab? It’s my brain letting hang, doing dump down the drain, and there’s no off position. This fluid relaxation exercise best net good or I’ll meet my demise in much shorter time.

Two

The precondition for post-operations is that the previously performed action had no mishap. For a single malfunction can hinder the unction of a team to continue to the junction of success despite a clear-cut goal. Without a plotted path nothing goes well. Or rather, it goes well but it might as well be going to hell because the place it is going sure isn’t enlightened. “You gotta have a clue if you want a pie or two,” as I always say.

Three

Fare well or your efforts might feel slighted at their abuse. “Put your whole ass into it.” Never I knew a man that managed to walk with half of one, much less a woman that looked good doing so.

Four

Grey-matter compost spritzes unfounded prose-ic concoctions.

Five

This one’s old. 2003.

no shower. for time shower now. shower time bed. bed head time. time knife kite. shower head kite sleep.