Blue facades in the sweltering heat, young devouts peppering waves with spoonfuls of manganese. Please be courteous at the eerie gate. Out goes the merry fire; a waterproof sponge is now your best flame. Scorn in abundance, head-bopping moisture in the air. Let the measles fiesta begin with a bang. Rubber band booed off stage, adrenaline jolt to the liver, majestic cowards with misty beards in the cave.
Regulars arriving at the praying field, disappearing in the media—the borrowed frenzy, bitten off, proving to be more than they could chew. Wonderful deeds filed away in the glossary, sparrows pecking at the lion’s bone—you too were once the same pastiche decoy. There’s no shame in learning to die, yearning for a poolside table for two at the final nest, where spring precedes winter once a day.
Gender-neutral oligarchs pounding their chests, boulders on a tightrope, detox in the valley of gimps. An infectious smile in a bowl of guacamole, belated birthday regrets, envisioning the future without one’s nebula. Minutes away from gangrene, gang signs for greetings, kiss the wrong chutney and your wombat is mine. Held up and gagged, the joke’s on strike, dreaming in gold—so why is your soul so detached?
Prude collaterals in the garnish, terrifying speech after a beaten record. Different time zones but the same rare mollusc waiting on the balcony. Throw a driverless atom at the vicar craving vinegar-based ablutions—who told the beautician the ghouls were near? Limited edition genocides trending on Prime, consuming over-the-counter flattery, a stroke of a genius on arrival. Total ban on perfect plastic visages, neutrons wrapped in liquid silver, guaranteed landing on the minty asteroid.
Gimmicks by the thousands, fruits in the thyroid, beg the breadwinner to let you soak up the crust. Unbearable urges, UV-proof crush on the Titans, filling time like a compulsory field in a cancellation form. Chameleon stripes across the abdomen, witness the vacant beauty, and meet me at the minibar in the attic, once the moon completes itself. Wed a snake charmer going the distance, aloof in the city—theatres always win bronze on Wednesdays.