The cars on the brick highway had premonitions of premeditated temptations which led Carrie to the edge of the abyss of meaninglessness gone awry like wild turkey on rye–on or off the rocks, according to your pleasure.
Carrie spread the finer mustard across the granite counter top, flogging the knocking horridscope onto the left-most antipode, ambidextrous nonetheless and farther afield than you might think. All thumbs and accidents of warts awarded the latest toaster over to Carrie’s last dance with the granite counter top, often riding the bus, sitting in the green seat, to the kneeling statue of Cary’s entire fleet of favor. Carrie gave Cary a clue and said see what you might have missed if you had let your premonitions run away with your temptations. Cary smiled and said nothing (because Cary was a mannequin).
On the way home on the bus, sitting in the red seat, Carrie conjured up a jar of tomato mustard and dreamed what she could do with her bedroom mirror.
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Whenever my premonitions run away with my temptations , I try to think of it as enlightened self-interest.
the projections of our minds, sometimes they tell us something, and other times, they, don’t….
Wow, I’m just now on wordpress, first thing I’ve read – no free time yet – but I really really like THIS!
I love the pictures you choose for your posts.
This . I have no other words but incredible expression. Wow 😳😮
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