Inane Episode 29
Being followed by a worn leash that had not been dusted in seventeen months left TTC's pet dolphin nervously excited about the prospect of discretionary inflation as applied to the rainshadow effect. Clapping one's hands to celebrate this fantom-like yuletide carol left Carol singing a yule like a fantom to celebrate with clapping. Stepping out, like the way Japan has prefectures, buries stagnant information amid stock broker calls for peanut-butter margaritas. Carol stopped singing when she felt a cool breeze emanating from the bewegt seriousness of the quodlibet. Everyone else moved forward one space.
Ancient political literary works as reviewed by unshaven pool maintenance instructors left the room. In their stead appeared volume upon volume of volume controllers, each one attached to a long cable that ended in a separate room attached to a butterscotch flavoured ice cream cone. When the volume was turned up.
There it is, yet again an incomplete sentence. You were waiting for it, weren't you? I know I wasn't. Waiting that is. I don't wait; I pause until the restart takes place. When the restart fails I elect to stop pausing after a specific condition is met. That condition, if I was to share it with you, you would then know it.
Clandestine public parks, when used as a tissue to blow one's nose, should not ever, EVER, be mistaken for pubic parts. There, I said it.
Brevity was known for keeping things in a somewhat orderly fashion, but the orderly was not too pleased with this as the orderly had a penchant for chaotic telemetry. Measuring the lukewarm distance prior to Halloween between the third paper airplane and the dinner Carol had on Tuesday night was just complex enough to render the orderly out of order. I should know.
In writing one of the paragraphs that preceded this one I broke a cardinal rule; this resulted in an ornithological strike as they could no longer measure. If you can guess which paragraph it was in which the bird regulation was broken, I will not prevent you from continuing to blink periodically, as needed. In all other cases were held case information about the missing suitcase. The plush one was just as enticing. If, in a paragraph, you mix longer sentences with shorters ones, your paragraph will have a mix of short and long sentences. If the previous sentence lacked any inanity whatsoever, blame the author, whose indoor shoes evoke the correct balance between high speed foot races and folding lawn chair storage.
People who celebrate their birthdays on even numbered increments, or during inclement weather, tend to want to have their back rubbed by two dobermans who may just recently have eaten a bicycle tire. Everyone else who celebrates their birthday with togas and digital cameras do not have the same tendency, but rather, an inkling that the Jetstream is hovering just at the penultimate frequency. Disjointedly calm, the staccato smoothie yelled quietly while running at a snail's pace. Poor snail, she is always being told how much tomato paste to put into the windshield wiper fluid container.
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