Earth walking and drifting by and rolling out and cutting in.
Splitting and decaying and reemerging and coalescing.
Pointing and scouting and dying and birthing.
Gerunds and pros and auxs and advs and adjs ask me to seek questions like Kundera in a pair of slacks.
I got the o-dear. Old like big elephant ear. I got the silo people, they run come fierce and fakir.
Bag checker in a pre-k.
Crab dipper in a pre-pay buffet.
Flib flabber in a glib way.
Bought the meta Amway triste.
Repetition of these broken epigenetic adage tokens.
Go brrr on the fish in a Caterham catamaran on a channeled and icy fjord.
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”That has to be the worst mixed metaphorical poetic memory I’ll LOL today.”
Forget the name remember the sobriquet.
Fifty State Banana 