Primed for fearless flying or flightless fearing, the searing skillet wondered aloud how to contrive an early exit from the asinine cocktail party.
Galleries of hyperbolic functions–whether asymptotic or Zeno’s favorite soup of the day–and nothing else could withstand the understood meaning of the left-handed derby. Darby took down the birthday banner over the proscenium arch under the stars that filtered black currant juices through a web of lies so thick you could shake a stick at it. At it and between other derby’s besides. Beside the lone lantern, and the mild bread, along the furious cornstalk, and through the jilted carnivals, Darby knew only one way to live, and that was to shine as bright as the brightest skillet drifting by on the proud clouds of Ganymede.
Fearless flying has its virtues, but flightless fearing is the myth of all inventions.
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“Fearless flying has its virtues, but flightless fearing is the myth of all inventions.”
This is a great expression… I hope and wish everything fine,… I have all my thick dictionaries lined up on my desk, Even I have Latin dictionaries too. But dear writer, please tell me what you need, I could send it to you immediately with the possibilities of this technology that has invented wheels and flying wings. May your pen never lost its power, and May your muses never leave your side… Best wishes, Love, nia
And the answer arrives in about seven hours from now. 😀
You are so nice and amazing. Thank you. Love, nia
I was also enthralled by a thought-provoking piece of writing.
Thanks for another great read. Your writing always makes me think twice- I like that about you.
Press on..,
Thank you! Glad to hear it. 🙂
Great blog!
Gwen.
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