I am granite, yet leafy. I'm the sphinx made of blubber and the skipping snake. I'm a tin bug. I harbour asparagus in the winter with the clerical mongoose, and later, we say we didn't do it. I once stuffed wrinkles into your helium plot line. I have a replacement tree for me and for you. You are marvelous. You are cagey with icy claws and are in cahoots with licorice pads and a marlin. You overshoot the everyday for the sternum, and this is what provokes the unnamable. You are a jumble of parakeets: diligent, dramatic, terrifying. You are the duchess of zinc, and you like your women like you like your soup: in a bowl. You are the topmast; you are rectified; you are catalytic. Together we are like pavement on sand. We're a mothball down and a headsail short. We're on the ferry that no one speaks about, with the exception of the locust lady when she's curling aspirin in a cadillac with the shape of an onion. Together we are the scottish vowel and the glue of efficiency. We are unsterile, and we do not live at mama palace. We are like seagulls in custard and acid stains in a photo booth. We are a slammed octave in the alien's lunch. We are pollen in the canal zone. We are rough notes. We are instant coffee. We are like ponies.
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