Faded Houses Green

A scintillation of scallions demanded a loaf for the stallions on the dark side of the rainbow because once bitten, twice spanked, as you well know.

Pranks from the outfield were outliers to the height of the dizzy pole in the parking lot of the once-stirred stadium by the side of the sea, the sounding sea. Were Annabelle not so heedless of the headless messes making their way up the quay of despond, she would have delighted in a flirt with the suicide squeeze with a runner on third and a lifetime of regret to consider the consequences and ramifications of playing it safe, so she did and he did and they did, and eternity had an alternate ending that even Laplace’s demon had not foreseen in between the transforms applied in the night of the headless messes spanked twice, as you well know.

To say nothing of the scintillating stallions and their well-cultivated scallions.