Faded Houses Green

The speed of light yellow flabbergasted the gas lights in the streets of ancient Houston.

Sharp hallways of the hallowed dean’s college made a collage of carbon and hydrogen in a heterogenous collapse of the receding elements cum laude con carne. Henry swore the dagger to secrecy and sauced the victor’s boxen gloves of boxwood mouths prattling on about the histories of damage done to leering beasts and fearing feasts forged in the mettle of Swiss cheese. Judgment notwithstanding. Creeping ordinances ransomed the fretful sovereignty of Elysium whether Henry understood or not with anchors replacing the albatross to much relief and meditations fraught with anxiety toward anxious purges.

Henry turned down the gas light one more notch and the believers said yes, a thousand crowns, one more time before the slippage proved too obvious and delicious.