Mighty River

Mighty river climbing into pique. Miscreant fiend sulking in jolts of fauna. Punctilious chocolate pleats. Checkerboard porthole crumbs. I’m the extension I wanted the ticks are naughty but the embarrassment is wadded in protons. This makes the nexus vanilla. I’m massive today in my pratfalls. Independent and soluble. I can lariat a grievance and bring it down into dust and cinch distaste into puppets. Gardenias of ruminant formaldehyde darn the unicorns with fingers like wigwams. The fabric I used to patrol the inseam is now a private rapture. The fez of the rival river has rivets of radiant champagne. There can be no metal without a brain that jets around in carnivals. Let this be the patriarch whose biases inflate with authority every time the misanthropes convene in division of themselves. Dextrose parquet or polar stumble, either way, the commas are restored to their natural ideals of blackberry and sage. A viscous discussion of Plato leads to horses, the pounding of hooves and the barking of dogs. The geology leaps onto my lap and breathes heavily like a cardboard upholsterer. Everybody knows the guide is a parakeet. But the fireplace pivots on a dormouse oinking in the rusted failure of our trilogy. Insinuation is often like that. It bubbles in its harness like a hairy asteroid and then is poured over pasta which makes the climate very close to being classified as a contest winner.