I heard the loud gossip. The unremitting implacable voice that bled tyranny without a purpose. The dangling nuances floated like dandelion leaves weaving themselves intricately in the still practically still air. Soon the caterwauling traversed the Ivy walls and permeated a culture. The perceived sin was a stain and the accuser with a letter opener divulging it’s contents with savage alacrity.
Pretty soon more bees appeared humming innuendo in consonance, breeding a fomenting tide. The woodchucks were building a dam to a pent up rage. Finding philosophy, clarifying perceptions and sustaining the crackling whip.
Now the tide’s foams where churning, this mass moving forward in soliloquy followed by a sneeze. The steady hum of ceiling fans and the bubbling cauldrons of digestion echoing about. Terse abeyance with the clicking clock, this momentary lapse in a long and counterproductive day.
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