Sniff soot

A shot of penicillin for the decoration of the turbulent corridor laughing in chorus with a nuisance. Hop on board for a good ride beneath the rice fields and emerge from the forsaken ukulele stranded with just enough gamut left to shed your neighbour’s skin flakes in a tiny jade box. Sniff soot from a forgotten cliché, there is only latency for regrets, so grab a broom and fly it to the summit. Insist on half stepping your way to the exit, jaywalk if you must but remember that the fractures are intense when the mind finds its guinea pig. No one makes an omelette without breaking legs. The anaesthetist fell asleep.