Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Similar states of analogous configuration and ancillary subordinateness in fact. Various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness. Preterite orchestration renditions of synthetic synthesis’ retrospectively retroactive. Accidence ambience acoustic's, aorist actuator’s arbitrational attenuation. Explicate eventuation evocative expletives, amalgamated anathema android wind up toys. Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity! Enigma entity’s identity crisis.
So how's the west coast hanging in there? I'm thinking I should get back on track with a little poetry writing and find that actually reading some helps, often as not. I think I have one left within the crusty hallways of fabulem but we only know after the fact.
I love the shirt.
Lloyd, of the shallow end of the verbular gifted pool.