Peristyle Depth Roulette
She dons reticulated glove hand
of rightly surreptitious quotient pool, attach to solid flesh in wrist socket
plop display of cool blue planet nonstop undulation, fingering worn temporal
slot replay to dusky old sawbuck perpendicular hiding place from swayback wind
chime corridor.
“Ahh, yes, how wonderful, stained
again in glass perdition loop to sloughed-on and on against tall porters beyond
young eroding cigar score pinwheels, anguish of enfolding straw cadaver curios
in heretofore forgotten sartorial asperity,” LL-25 jumped from frowsy booty
skull to floe alacrity of Same Cathartic glacial shelf tumbling drowning point
to flash water slim stripe pipsqueak of malarial elbow.
“Meal time! Sealing cuts a
hebephrenic dancer stick to smoked bawdy ceiling!” rant the Crumbling
Squatters, timid sputterers from Contrail Americon infectious jingle towns
bespattered within and outer mallet shattered time store jaundiced shallow tide
pool Jell-O to sloppy hounded experiential consonance of hexadecimal
deliberations all giggly biting yer festivals clean offal into one alluvial fan
boat after an altered sheaf repository clock of frosted indecipherable heckled
sand machinery.
“Took the risk of implying
forgotten steeds, a scallion nods to swollen impresario believer elves, all
pendular in subvocal tremors,” thought EBGB-88, whisking Greylian bubble sore
time down extorted evolutionary lotion parade of levitating chi-squared girls
on slumber parity repeater drool from bold emphatic emphases of preening scalar
guards all alabaster salamander skin in moray squeals of paper corded yesterday
appliance repair.
“Snow what could glom under crash
course toucan soufflé a frozen party sickle, preppy situational onslaught,
macadamized backgammon glyphs in stellar storyteller pop allusions to covered
vagrant dove wings,” drawls Cowboy Ike Cargo, pulling low-slung diagram of fine
maniacal exploration cents to sandbar bunko botch briquette of bovine botulism
benefactors brought bravely by bedazzled Bedouins.
“A bed who went who won who
bumped inner night with internecine medicinal man o’ whore salesmen, erstwhile
short arm besmirchment, a palimpsest of petrodollar dynasty and
hyperventilating paradoxically allergic pathogen ingesters,” (heresy he squeaks
a course of the entire humid grace).
Here Ike paused for eons to
adjust and cry about entrenched fisticuffs what were bleeding moments across
the sky in slow ambling cumulonimbus puffs downrange from the crepe crucible,
dissolving the fairly airy fabric of spatio-dump-aureole vanity chests,
bureaucratic underwear, wadded spotlight blues, fanned putrescent fellows
fawning for fallow fickle sands of
dime-a-shore-it-in-the-flaccid-philatelic-philanthropist clover hand-it-to-a
Doperman, hung man. Quite a paw-line paving phony fragging fob off ruddy
momentary slap to bubbly tartan eyesore welds, wooden ewe sigh? Slow lung,
hinge factually to burning antelopes in antipodal vestments, sweat swan head to
soldered dandruff song shifting soldiers this manorial mouth of mayonnaise.
“Gutting gout!” Psyche cries
predated, stashing chapped deckhands where solely the lowly cons belay tattered
toreadors. “Spinning deeds, sifting lost instants for cows all educated swill
be pong the skull of crusty Alsatian doorsteps,” merely harked Mr. Cargo.
Suddenly a giant miniature canine
implodes on the scenery, revolving popped sickles of chucked imbibement
cranberry teak, meting south of stationary bezoars, slaking mourned tornado
fiction with shocking upwardly febrile gel. Head-wise squat a spore, amorphous
quorum bought, be damping shown mythological leeward indigenous stump repellant
garters, mixing climate contrails till pied treaties tip theoretically
equivocal valises into lavatory existence forums.
Long lines appear in constant
circumnavigation, sinking detrital faves, blurting renal folly outa Cannedcon
condom innuendo straps, shaving through mortuary submarines cursing at
peristyle depth roulette of many changing crampon vacuum prawns in cortical
pardons.
“My leftover flood is seizing
cruft on measly shadowed encapsulated roadrunner invasion!”