Once more, therefore.
-Angry avians.
-Really large and very dangerously sharp feet.
-The pitter-chatter of tiny geeks.
-Reptilian recalcitrance.
-Corrosion defied.
-Tumbletrees.
-Trains that are actually animals but are still trains.
-Smackups and smacksideways.
-Crispy crunchy foods and/or critters.
-Blimps.
-Crop cycles. Not crop circles, those are wasteful.
-Nonsense with a good beat to it that you can tap your foot to.
-Any of those shapes with more than twelve sides that get increasingly ridiculous names.
-Clams that have been tickled pink.
-Consensually. Unsolicited tickling can turn red without warning; never do it.
-Primitive graphics cards, chiseled out of flint, obsidian, and horn.
-Rebroken bones.
-Neither voting to fail nor failing to vote.
-Cheesy romance stories between cheesy cheese-covered objects.
-Clicking.
-Lost things (cities, continents, buttons, etc.) that are allowed to stay lost in peace instead of going through all the fuss and ruckus of being found.
-Rushing reeds.
-Syncopated sharks.
-Cloning dinosaurs harum-scarum
-Thunderous whose.
-Canyons.
-Can beans.
-Yoghurt
-Your gut.
-Kind vultures.
-Mininificence
-Fountains without frontiers or fences.
-Garlic.
-Futures imagined by the past to take place in the present.
-Rolling without rocking.
-Birds of preyer.
-Birds of preyest.
-Shoeflies, in pies, before your eyes, fun little guys, wearing red ties, in a disguise,
-How-to books that also explain why-to and when-to.
-Tubas used for unorthodox purposes such as weaponry, aerosol dispersion, home, etc.
-Old ugly computer technology in that middle period between being industrial equipment that filled a barn and looking like a smooth manufactured product, when everything was boxy and somewhere between off-white and beige.
-Syntheseizures.
-Baked products that are NOT products they are labours of love and joy damnit.
-Bushes with ambushions and drive.
-Clutch clucking.
-Truth with an absence of the snide.
-Grumpy gibbons galumphing gloomily.
-Ambivalent teeth.
-Sunset in the woods with no way out and no light and no thoughts.
-Just kidding. Sunset next to the woods with a nice drink and some snacks.
-Prehistoric life that is lively.
-Cakes with just a little bit too much icing but it’s not fondant so it’s delicious and you don’t mind.
-Clutching claws that cling and creep.
-Dodging bullets in fast-motion, which is much harder than slo-motion but easier than normal-motion.
-Plump little marmots.
-Tea with extra yu and ess.
-Unreality succumbing to the crushing weight of reality to thunderous applause.
-Witches that live in towers, wizards that live in huts, dragons that live in castles, and kings that live in caves.
-Feet used as hands.
-Or the other way around.
-Figure skaters of speech.
-Balls on the base with not a field in sight or on site.
-Very large and very precise numbers for very ridiculous things.
-That sad brass instrument noise a film makes when it fizzles out and stops working.
-Abrupt crumpling without warning or apparent cause.
-Kringle.
-Shark tanks, missiles, air support, and artillery.
-The only thing to fneer being fneer itself.
-Ancient landscapes that are imagined as being 50% volcanoes, 50% ferns, 50% tar pits; 100% lazy uncited tracing.
-Sudden and extraordinary thorns.
-Gravey.
-Regarding Ron. Regarding Ron run. Ridiculous.
-That little popping noise when you pop your mouth.
-Animal houses and animal housing.
-Slapdash haberdashery.
-Machine failure-to-learning.
-A semi-colon; as long as it’s not extraneous.
-Drooping and defeated finance-men.
-Blank ammunition used to fill in the blanks.
-Blackberries.
-Most berries, truth be told.
-Thunder without lightning, it’s very very frightening.
-Careful folds.
-Scottish folds.
-Overcharging, but not fiscally.