Staring up at us blankly, thrashing and burbling senselessly, it just was. No meaningful work could therefore be produced. It meant nothing. Staring up at us blankly, thrashing and burbling senselessly, it just was. Each New Sentence gains its disorienting effects by being placed next to another, to which it has, apparently, only tangential relevance.
Every day exacts the cost of drawstring.
Evanescence is the goal of gradual removal from a foreground meant to be productive. I chose the color blue to tantalize a setting echoing my bounty. Each workaround leaves evidence of a moments breath. A kind of precipice that will mince trickles of completion. Name an animal that does not need to pilfer and resume what you were doing on the high wire.