The butterfly swimmered and swammered through the egg man’s revengeful sunflower. The hazy yellow circus blob was blogging with all its might. The petals were screaming teaming deaming beaming with red yellow orange crazy freestyle eatin ants. No longer seeing deeing peeing freeing, she sweated metted in the sun.
“Ow” and naught more, no fought more. Caught sore, she held up her head bed ted and rose to her froze. Drunk in exuberance of life’s seeming lubrication, she moved in and out of that orgasmic realm of incomplete nonsensical insanification. The deep dark countenance of the deer park foundation led her to the mysteries of Zen Buddhism, amongst other pseudo Chritio-Islamic-Hinduistic ideologies.
The core of her very faith shaken, she retaliated in terror. She tore apart her seeming soul to feed the hungry beasts waning at the door. In vain. The S became an s and the T a t, before she fell down in a crossover melody.
Sleepy creepy flippy floppy, She looked at the egg man. The Walrus was close behind. So was the carpenter. Hello hare! Are you late again?
Oh yesss, life’s a tripping blipping hootin cootin footing mystery.
The wings fall apart.
And glistening in the yolk, she whimpers, for what?
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