Pretty Miss or Petty Mess or like this, I have a SEAM-STRESS—minimally!

Pretty Miss or Petty Mess or like this, I have a SEAM-STRESS—minimally!

Oh be it so, nonchalant on the Chandler corner, feeding corn-meal, that it may be post-poned, a poignant fine wire of teeth floss, tippy-toe tossed and there in the air, being below the man proud and tall, effortlessly catching Pretty Miss Ballerina “in the hair”—you turn UHaul, the pinkish dancer falling to the floor—a sheathed scalp, Brother Justin’s bald spot atop his corporeal, physical shelf, that SELF in a mirror image of an ordinary boy—extremely TaLenTed smooth artist magnifique—not a “Trans” whatever “drag week” or dug-weak or doug-wreak on a daily sort of afternoon walk the dog, a Hoosiers Husky and mangy mutt about what business is to be done, letting out a leaky stream on the asphalt or peeing in the bushes—mega-mislaligned kitten ball of twine—said owner a la canine and feline conassuire with a sweet bone to eat, to chew, to entertain the daisy hays of the Fallen season, talking trash and taking a spill, ECM janitor “Freddy” incongruously aligned teeth—

“Heartbreaking to the rest” (audio clip of Fox News less than 1 minute ago)