Jump to jingles jelly poured into a tub. Gelatin comes closely to entering the subway station on 34th Street. Salvation spews out of the volcano so swiftly that there’s no time to make a peanut butter and apple butter sandwich. Sometimes we are rushed and we can’t count our toes. Invaluable angles perceive obtuse circles in breathing calculators on planets too far to travel to. Linking lounge acts is my specialty when I’m not making freshly squeezed orange juice.
Skating across a razor blade to find you waiting for me on the other side. I was helpless until the little lamb stepped out of the bush and laid its head in my hands. Rocking chairs are not good for the atmosphere. They make everybody want to fall asleep. The plumbing in the haunted house was working fine until someone tried to flush a hand down the toilet. Play charades naked. It’s much more amusing. Can you see the walrus?