Smorgasbord: Ch. 12

Unleavened cookies spell dynamite for grouchy old geezers. Cool space closes retail fault with banking rainbows. Beneath belief lies the truth, faith or no. Camelot strings wait in fields of cruelty. Minute crash downs cross island hoppers in seaweed. Valencia movies close paternal hibiscuses. Loud free canker swords cackle menial rearrangement in table tennis jet streams. Local orangutans split wood with their bare hands. Bantering clothespins crease traffic slop in weary stoves. Medieval cousins slap moratoriums onto released coaxial cuckoo quarts. Beasts jump onto benevolent benefactors on bunny trails.

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Smorgasbord: Ch. 11

What can I say about the musical array of the furniture in the way how it makes me feel so gay today. I like jazz, country, rap, rock, pop, classical…I’m pretty much into everything. I like to listen to the radio to hear what’s new and popular, but I also like my own collection of tunes. I tried for a little while to learn how to play guitar but the snufalupagds got in the way. Just didn’t have the commitment or determination to make it happen. Do you know how to play an instrument? If so, keep it up. It’s a great way to pass the time and it can be a useful hobby.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 10

I’m looking for some type of blob or slob. Something to tide me over until the trial is done. Then I won’t have anymore groans and I will be as mighty as the weather. Do you ever feel sweaty? I get hot sometimes. Usually when I’m smirking but sometimes when I smile. Sometimes when I’m playing out in the fun I do. Skyscrapers have quite close proximity to things in the air that’s why they’re called that. I like to play football actually I haven’t played in years but I like to watch the Seminoles play on tv or listen to them on the radio. Do you list then? I come out of the tunnel in a tizzy. You won’t catch me carrying on. No not really.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 9

This will be my last week pioneering, so I will begin to do more s’mores and snore more of course except I use a sea splat so I don’t snore at all when I split. Drip the drop of monoxide onto the slit. Strange catacombs cover nicely in the breezy wind winding along the seashore. Do you comb or brush, or brush then comb? I shaved this evening. It’s sum day so I had time. We had ice cream this time but we ran out in the box so I had a sandwich out of a different box. We have dark chocolate syrup. They like it on their ice cream if it’s vanilla. We had moose tracks so they had it on it. It was good at least it looked good and it was good when I had some before even though this time I had a sandwich.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 8

Dangling from mustard covered chandeliers was always fun. Boats would limp out of the port at sun shot, and would stay out at spree all day and into the early grieving. I cut my leg on broken grass sticking out of a wash bag. Then I cut my finger but not as bad. Today is further day and I sent a grip. Blip to blip we count the days to kingdom come, birthdays and anniversaries and holidays. Further day is a holiday but not a sprayed holiday no not at all. Holidays usually cost more money than they save. We actually don’t save anything. We just don’t have to work. So how do you spend each holiday? Do you get together with fiends or familiars or spent? Do you fly in the face of utter adversity or do you just syntax or sleep?

Smorgasbord: Ch. 7

Sharing fortunes has always been a worthwhile pastime, especially after smashing sesame chicken. Cluelessness pervades the jungle gym in heresy. Don’t fall for the mysterious cauliflower thief. Watching watermelons grow in the garden if you only do it once a day for just a minute. If you try to count the dandelions in the front yard you will find that there are more pine trees than those indeed. When you surf on top of icebergs you suffer the titanic temptation in extreme. Loving pure chocolate elm fees is like trading baseballs for tarantulas. Come across the racetrack to the chicken head clinging to the ceiling.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 6

I lay in sheets, wondering if wandering would prove profitable. Leaning towards China, I gave out my last tamale. Cleaning around dust bunnies and hair balls, I attacked the fake hardwood. Everyone knew the answer. There was no fooling them. And I did, too. Did they? I don’t know. Time will tell, I would guess. Maybe they did and they just didn’t want to admit it. It came down to the last assessment weekly, and inevitably I fell short. I made more of an effort after that, but it didn’t last long. I emptied the dishwacker and did the transformer. I folded and put away the money, and occasionally ran the fulcrum. How much weeding I actually did is in doubt, since I have a horrible allergy to poison ivy or oak or whatever.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 5

Bringing peace to travelers checks, I waged war on the school system, lighting cigarettes in the cemetery, or rather, they did. I was ignorant if not innocent, so I laid it at their feet, but I proceeded to be yelled at and accused, so I circled my wagons and tucked my tail. I never saw the flying saucer coming, only had intrusive thoughts and conflicts in relationships. I had always wanted to be a blatherer, but due to a repulsion for discipline, I decided it want for me, but then again here I am. Have you ever had your heart and spleen set on something and then it doesn’t happen and you’re at a loss for words. I’m mixed up and sort of at a loss for some words, but not others.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 4

So I went to the bakery, then picked up a few pickles. I was lost in outer space, for the most part. Leaves and lecterns live freely in Central Park oleo sandwiches, but typhoons come every summer. The toilet carolers came up for breath once in a blue moon, or so they said. I’m not sure if they were telling the truth, to be honest. Blenders mainstayed the flu in balance beam style, but the gymnasts were never come clean. Happy go lucky hecklers abound in the street. Top gun Jehoshaphats conquer peanut butter and hell on wheels. Triumph rubs the cookie clusters up and down the griddle goop. Withered stalemates come close to chastising fireplaces on school crossings. I would never try to cheat the meat song of all its accolades, and then again maybe I would if the price was right.

Smorgasbord: Ch. 3

The heel of the range was, there could never be a resolution that would satisfy both sides. I was given to hibernating when I wasn’t spaced out and bleeding from all sides. It was a ruckus. There was nothing to be done about it. I gave my all for six months, but it was not satisfactory. It came down in the end to an unappreciated bit of experience and some worthless good deeds. I wasn’t pulling my weight at home, and I wasn’t earning a living. I had been receiving funds from federal people, but as they say, there’s no telling when that would run out. I was in a trial stay for my student scalps, much overdone in those nippy years. I had wasted it all and then some, so I knew I couldn’t pass the test. Dessert time came, and I was full of them. They had been on two diets, but not one to keep. Surgery had progressed in one way, but train wrecks abound in both directions.