Vary the port balance! Should I correspond? Refrain from the unifying academic! The lower pin begins to chew through to the other side of the shorthand. The remainder is pure brick. I find a bar full of regrets, however the crowd is reasonable and they spare my life. I find a dull scroll there, but years later, it dies within my boot. Oh proportional gnome, please protect me from my childhood with insidious architecture. I look under every stone for another scene. Wave after wave hits the divine morning, and so I apply mania. I catch a glimpse of the whatever specialist, and he's gone, just like the weather. There is a reflex that runs throughout your tome. Can you stray, leap, or stagger from the museum of the esoteric optics? My biology is difficult, and I view fear as the grandfather of the festival dance backlog. With abandon, I dispose of the muttering sail. A puzzle precedes a chunk. My publisher has brought me a subway angel, and I have no idea what to do with her, so I take her to a performance of an orchestra that only shouts. We have agreed that this is a drawback for us who are wicked. She will be my arithmetic partner, and we will nest in the soil that is reserved for shame. But then we defect! We squeeze! We sing the disco! Okay, this is a confidential page; such rare graffiti; the sky is befriended; a gentle bonus. As the sixth pilot begins to hum, the ground multiplies beside our lion. We are in the sixth race, and before dawn we reach a relevant princess. She tells us to vary the port balance! We should correspond! We still refrain from the unifying academic. The jumping professor serves us his dish in analogue. The breath of phenomenon.
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I love that you dare to compose this abstractly: if this piece makes it into the same publication as the preceding microfictions, it'll give the book a really intriguing variety. There are certain sentences that just seem perfect, like they blasted out of the initial Big Bang fully formed: "My biology is difficult, and I view fear as the grandfather of the festival dance backlog." Also I love this mini-drama hiding in one single sentence: "My publisher has brought me a subway angel, and I have no idea what to do with her, so I take her to a performance of an orchestra that only shouts." Now THAT's a postmodern concept, an all-shouting orchestra: I ache to hear it! And the very next sentence is also fine because it balances humor with truth (as it regards the aforesaid "subway angel"); and, as a bonus, it possesses a galloping rhythm: "We have agreed that this is a drawback for us who are wicked." Plus I love that ending: "The breath of phenomenon." (But I felt like I'd be stealing if I ended this reaction with the very same line, therefore I added this extra parenthesis.)
