peloponassis.

well, if you put mayonaisse on your ovaries. you might consideration for peloponassis.

well, if you consider wrists similar to candle wicks. you offer sundries to proper effigies.

i mean, sundays. like, in the park with horses and dogs. flies and fish. oh.

so. so. so, here’s a mountain. and my meatball which fell on the floor.

and some incense, which wafts off the bow of pelo’s yacht, which bobs upwardly (and downwardly) in a kind of miso inlet, shown the prim and proper way in which to bar-b-q.

when i forget how to talk

He puts two dice in his mouth and begins to chew.
This is what is called contemplation in some countries.
On the table is a bowl of marachino cherries, their sacharin
radioactivity signals headaches for robots.

This is in a kitchen. How many meals have been cooked?
He knows, but chokes. The floor’s a child spat out between
takes. His next feat involves pool balls, but those on the set
are no longer impressed.

Bricklayers spoon diamonds into the mortar,
as they build the walls up around him. He laughs.
The doorknob comes off in his hand,
but that’s okay, he’s still hungry.