as it were

as it cast it out, it was brighter than the moonday sun. it was like a sharpened arrow looking at the face of a greying trigger. what was the prompt reply going to bring but that it was too prompt. thinking it was seconds later the year that passed was yesterday's business, and it brought us civil, but caped enough to be a caper. still breathing in the old attempts advice, we met what was beyond to know. it was too much to know. still coming, a brief expulsion and grapes of chatter. until then, my great freund, we bid you sleep.

By the by

Gladys was Sticklewort's first love. When she held him by the arm, she told him she loved him. "I might expire," laughed the ninny, whose head was shaped like a haircut. In a conciencious way the guy two doors down thought Hitler had executed the people on Zanex. "It was actually the hipsters," I corrected him, who executed Vice President Nixon. A couple of blobby lava lamps and a carriage bound for Luxford. "Them's the home of the blues," she suggested as alfalfa came out of her rose... You know the one behind her ear!

Fin

I carried it to the mountain. Where the carrion birds flew, swiping at the summit. It was there until it was eaten, devoured to the point of illusion.

Distant

On the coast, it was wet enough for a gathering of wits. I asked them, "Are you delayed?." "No," they replied, "but I've hidden some silverware."
Augustus was trampling on the equator when silence interrupted. "Hm," I smiled, when logic slid further down on the couch.

I came up with an idea for the final mail-proof postal service. They said that was nice, but they didn't want anything to do with my social acupuncture. I read the script for a few bad betrothals. She was in his phone number like a razor blade, and the other one didn't care too much if she could talk. It was like snow white with fashion machines. The poor prince was too dehydrated to do his job or ride his bike. So they looked like an actual couple, with a fake earring. Two times it came to reading the ending, and two times the anonymous caller didn't read so well. He was as fancy as a cat's ass, and the carpet-cleaning father-in-law always waited till the last minute to bog down the conception of a good four-way stop. The righteous were pulling out if they got there first and were waiting on the abused person on the left. The pressure builds when we have time, but if hope is lost, it's a silly game of not responding and relaxing.

the wizard was in his time room. the cafe was dark. reading papers.

Coming from hither

It wasn't long until the e-mail deleted everything in sight. It took my sock drawer and my closet. Hope proposes a reaction with her three-fingered, pointy-eyed laser sculpture of the Queen.

Drawing to a close, the symbol chamber of Orpheus. With the wine that never left me, I hide behind the rhythm of a few noble scandals. That's what they like, the hungry anglican told me, of nobody's ado but yours.