Mary said the metropolis burned like a flight of significant fireflies suffering the suffrage of ten thousand trajectories illuminating the plump flurry of Ernest and Franco outside the cantina below. Forty below deck and awls well that ends in a period or full stop as a gently tapping coronary of songs from the captain.
A catastrophe of servants gave wind to the promulgation of better ideas cut off in the prime number theory to prove the unproven, unprovable theory of registration at the DMV in only six hours. The earth shake would have benighted us but the flavor was banana, banana of lime, and the spider sat down sitting gown over the tuffet were it not for a subjunctive blister on the door of the front door.
Rose gardens went the way of the Frodo in everlasting languor as he sang her to sleep in papa’s arms, punch-drunk arms of blight and hem.
Originally published November 11, 2023
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Let me tell you a thing or two concerning the D.M.V.
..Everyone who was immersed in the splashes of the still-living fishes that covered the sea during the night of the ominous Friday Moon had no idea what was happening at the back of the ship. Silver stripes were worth more than the voting rights of ten thousand orbits. Because they belonged to these seas and the only place they would be wiped out was on the horizon of this invincible land. They could touch like a blunt knife. But they had to wait for the blue. They had to gather a new hive of insects to be reconciled like a new shoot..
Note: I am not filling the gaps, on the contrary, the gaps in me have been filled. I am somewhere else than my own language. Even somewhere else than the place I am in. I set out with the hope of solving the complexity in my mind with words. In the name of the power of words… Thank you, Love, nia
I don’t know how you do it, but I’m glad you do!
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