Off at Tangents

You move my upper hand as if in a whirlpool. You move my upper hand like a squirrel in hibernation. You move my upper hand up and down your spine. You move my upper hand to a steady beat, baby.

UNLEASHING ZOMBIE SKELETON ARMY TO COUNTER SWAT!

But mom, I like eating the pages of this book! I'm doing it in reverse order too!

I must start writing immediatly. My publisher hates how I always turn in my articles for the magazine 3 weeks late. Although we both like the same type of ice cream, so it probably isn't a big deal.

The enclosed certificate is valid for a limited time.

It's high time, Cymbaline

The moon will tell us more each day
of the sun, the stars and the sky
but if there are holes in our shoes
there's no going out in the rain.

Same old.
New old.

What the hell is the new old of the same old new fangled device we have here?
Does it work new fashions?
Does it hold new waters?

Blah.

Edging the grass from the driveway edges is painfully time consuming.