I have some weird people living in my town. but that makes it a pretty town and all the sausages are having sausage dances.
even the canned operas sound nicer in the summer time, with their blaring vibrattos and conciliatory feedlehosen. i stood under a tree. that helped me think of things. the trees were like spackle., or rather, the light shinging through the trees leaves was like spackle. or rather the lighting shings through the treaves, landing on ground like spackle. or pollyuna. or polysmudgem. or yugi eller. that histrionic guy with the spoonbending blather.
juice never tastes as good three weeks from now. that’s why i drink it right away. my cackle is filed to bursting with ‘weird’ libros. mabye i just need a ‘normal’ one. does anyone have any ‘normal’ recs? that would be neat.