Can billings try poppadilly down rambeldazen.
The mixem's be part horse and then the chickadaw.
I don't know where I want to take this entry, as I have nothing to say, but an urge to write something. Anything. Whatev'. Small sentence, ahoy. Period.
Mesmorized by the spinning reels of film.
Rapid pulsing of the lights blind me,
Oh no! I'm blind!
Stumbling, staggering, struggling to stand straight.
Tearing through tens of thousands to retrieve the exit.
The floor under my feet is folding into itself,
like climbing a just-torn curtain, I fall.
Landing softly into the glass, half-filled of swollen carpet and folding chairs.
The patrons surround, the actors abound.
Both us all be then tonight, dressed for comfort and pressed just right.
When do we stop, the curtain close?
When does the hat fall where we chose?
Can we pull the rabbit away tonight?
Will he mold a mustache of light?
Naming children when they are born is odd to me, just now.
I don't know where I want to take this entry, as I have nothing to say, but an urge to write something. Anything. Whatev'. Small sentence, ahoy. Period.
Mesmorized by the spinning reels of film.
Rapid pulsing of the lights blind me,
Oh no! I'm blind!
Stumbling, staggering, struggling to stand straight.
Tearing through tens of thousands to retrieve the exit.
The floor under my feet is folding into itself,
like climbing a just-torn curtain, I fall.
Landing softly into the glass, half-filled of swollen carpet and folding chairs.
The patrons surround, the actors abound.
Both us all be then tonight, dressed for comfort and pressed just right.
When do we stop, the curtain close?
When does the hat fall where we chose?
Can we pull the rabbit away tonight?
Will he mold a mustache of light?
Naming children when they are born is odd to me, just now.