Wowzers!
A duck knocked on my door and even before it introduced itself...
‘Fucker! The things you can find in door mail slots are remarkable. I found a canary bone down the hallway. The poor thing looked like it went through a boxing match. Parents were born in Tokyo, or some shit.’
‘Seems there are bookmarks bearing signatures, which are separating thin slices of life. There’s gold lining stroking mounds of fat incased within.’ It is an alerting state-
‘Goodness is yawning, and you taste your fingernails. Wondering what your pen pal from Antarctica is up to these days. My old pet caterpillar is in a taxidermal situation. You remember him, right?’
At this point the duck waddled into my house. Quacking along, and helped itself into my living room.
‘Teenage mutant target markets, shredders of documents, splinters of time! Batman saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.’
“Duck!” I said.
‘Many more will fall and lay down like large bridges. If you catch a breath between a phone-call/ message conversation split screen, and the community and all the layers of mulch, then I’d like to have a word with your local methodist.’
It drank all the water from the toilet bowl, and flew out the window. And knowing is half the battle.
‘Fucker! The things you can find in door mail slots are remarkable. I found a canary bone down the hallway. The poor thing looked like it went through a boxing match. Parents were born in Tokyo, or some shit.’
‘Seems there are bookmarks bearing signatures, which are separating thin slices of life. There’s gold lining stroking mounds of fat incased within.’ It is an alerting state-
‘Goodness is yawning, and you taste your fingernails. Wondering what your pen pal from Antarctica is up to these days. My old pet caterpillar is in a taxidermal situation. You remember him, right?’
At this point the duck waddled into my house. Quacking along, and helped itself into my living room.
‘Teenage mutant target markets, shredders of documents, splinters of time! Batman saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.’
“Duck!” I said.
‘Many more will fall and lay down like large bridges. If you catch a breath between a phone-call/ message conversation split screen, and the community and all the layers of mulch, then I’d like to have a word with your local methodist.’
It drank all the water from the toilet bowl, and flew out the window. And knowing is half the battle.