Yolk

Oppose the ablution wallet. Accept the absorption. Shove abhorrence. Reflection. Farm dabs. The stunned embrace of nails. We’ve trumpeted the metaphysics of crêpe within the tangling of violins and now the goldfish just keep dancing on my lips.

Engorge. Contact taproot. Buckles blaze with cartwheels. Furnish the extended treading.

Do you like your shoes? Bend your being to their eloquence.

Hallucinations crawl to the almond. A soft concept bends with gazing.

Assemble a pound of palette. Think brush. Forehead. Hunger. Blazing stars. Stick wheel climbing a waterfall. There is wrestling outdoors and bubbles. Flail the river with a ship. Turn the sculptures toward the east. Virtuosity is spicy. So is summer. Prominences percolate. Twitch the pepper. Aching is a treasure.

Do it with letters. Clatter. Float animals.

Paints in spots of abstract murmur echo the admonitions of the piano.

Rain.

Drink your travel. The novel is constrained to break. Lament tied by rope to the rattan. The battle is rescued by a convalescing pessimism.

Chrome potato. Energy tilted into canoes. Examples include migration and escape.

Engage the galaxy. String. Faith in brains.

Structure explains the grazing. Paper. Listen to ochre. Shovel the paradox roots. The hole that argues with its shape is called a personality. Push it out of the heartache. Cure it with talking. Appeal to the library. Let the clarinet pump its point. The details of the swan are embedded in yolk. Which is as it shall be and it shall be shiny.