The Gurgling Threat Which Moves Most to Build Bridges

From certain angles, ice cubes make sense. But when cars are passing through thick drunken crowds, bumping ankles and skimming skirt hems in the background of blinking eyelids, there is one other thing which must be considered: Beer in relation to the five o’clock shadow. This concept is a summation of many hats, including the hat worn by the man who guards the south-west end of any rainbow. His is special, for it is not to be found in any other place. It only fits a head which can sing it the proper song involving tarnished bugle horns and harmonicas. Touch the page. It is fibrous. Obscenely so. This is the gurgling threat which moves most to build bridges in lieu of maneuvering boats. Stay Dry! For the love of God, Stay Dry! But how will you ever feel goosebumps if you stay dry? It’ll be in the upper seventies again Saturday and Sunday. That’s nice. That’s good for us. Why doesn’t my mind know its way without the fizzy shaman, the wild turkey navigator. I’m done for. No sense dealing with boundaries or censorship. We will move waves onto shores and they will engulf many shacks and palms and leave high-water lines like those on bruised and over-worked livers. If you could ask the person sitting directly in front of you now any question at all, what would you ask? These foreign potions do not change you, they simply turn you inside out. And despite the initial reaction of repulsion, one eventually warms up to the site and even becomes fascinated with the squelching and bleeding innards of themselves and others. They are not something one sees every day- tragically.

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