i feel sod in my mouth for the reason that now little puzzle blocks are stacked with abc letters leading to a place where you got blue raspberry and I, cinnamon that had more of a bite to it than I expected. A to Z to an office park probably by Mulberry, to orange shuttered second story apartment or maybe run down picture show.
from, or because, and when change blindness and fresh embedding kick starts a coat from the nineteen thirty's - i'm opening the art gallery behind all the fleshy pieces i own, that own me.

the sharing blanket, the cracker crumb. believing the rain wouldn't really ruin a sock, my back wet on concrete singing some tom waites song. what the world, lemon buttered steam from a kitchen we sang in, bare thigh and baking flour ruin the counter and i gained a syntax lesson also with tone and vowel considered, considering anyone else should have a number to an interpreter failing that just be caught off guard.
it's simple though
i've noticed the glasses of requested extra ice slowly melting submerging a long stemmed spoon and i think to replace it but most of the time i don't.