Category: imagination
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Call me … but only as the crow flies.
First, create an airport departure lounge, decorate it with a thousand yellow watering cans and sign it in the top left corner in gold lettering. Next, with no climatic considerations, plant it at the center of a field of a thousand red sunflowers, sprinkle it with potash and from a respectable distance, watch it grow.
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the gorgeous frolicsom Juvenile deliquents
The gorgeous , frolicsom, Juvenile deliquents do lithesome, pogo stick leaps down the silly road, like mice set free in a forest, they bound away through the leaves in great arcs, in rainbow shaped trajectories, across the leafy floor into the the distant trees. Like those mice, I feel for them. They would have rather…
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Its hot today
– its hot today – the little plastic flower on the sun flooded window sill, solar powered, flaps its two plastic leaves up and down, furiously.
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The craters of the moon.
The craters of the moon are obligingly slanted, they career headlong down the mineshafts of Quixote Canyon’s purple, puzzled shadows, diadems in their way.
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The lactating, molly-coddled oysters.
The lactating, molly-coddled oysters are very much like hyroglyphs as they vault, one-“handed,” over wooden, countryside fences, from field to field, leather bound editions of “The Complete Works of William Shakespear” tucked neatly into their pearl decorated belts.