by Brian McCloskey
Plaid halibut. Keep your heart softer than your head. He is one. She was cooking dinner for God. Standing is good for jumping up and down. According to one theory, a woman’s waist should be. Two lovers, masked and entwined, leap across time. I couldn’t hit a cow’s ass with a banjo. Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg. And I felt like I’d been shot in the tomato. Mom and I use our large breasts to get ahead. The swirl adds a surprise sensation. We both know it can significantly affect someone’s cursive standard. To party naked on a birthday cake. How’s it going to end? I eat an orange every day, and that brings me great peace of mind. Every fibre of your being is loved by every fibre of my being. Everything is a clue. So who painted you purple, and put you in a box? These pretzels are making me thirsty. Why do we kiss? I hate when the zebras do that. I think it tends more towards lobster. Most people are idiots. Here are some places that the bees like to go. And you’re here in my bathroom and my lingerie will go on. I broke the covenant of the key. The differences between scissors. You’ll be always in my heart. She woke up the next morning and her ears were missing. My tulip onion in the brain.