The Reified Ankle

Spoke me for a tuna:

Cold cows running by the fence line; ox-eye daisy.

War bested the country at the phone welfare blaze battalion. Voices were dropping all around us--into gutters, and out into sea-lakes. It was scarcely the new year and the eggs were melting everywhere...Bacchalius said so and I'm confirming it now.

"Whoop Whoop! Uhuh...That's the chirping right there. You see it goes up...and then it sums the binaries."

"Well, I had two vests earlier and now I have land. Or is it--"

"Copa, copa cabana. Santa, Santa Ana. Santa had a hand job line shakes hands, please. You have 'the job'. I'll hold their knees. "

"Ooooohf."

"Pa."

That's east of wood by the way a man sees a star
At the dark patty by the hat half
Hath away from idea kites that cut trails into entropy.

While you beat the judge, I'll slay the banker: at Happy Tails we are gail force winds.