The only way to get a vision around here
is to catch a whiff of the security guard’s cologne.
Go home and spray paint the walls.
Read regurgitated food like an e-book:
A ______ stirs the thicket.
I am cherry alive, the little girl sang.
Fleas alight from this line.
Now it’s all our celebration, right?
I’ve got to interrupt you for a second;
this is my index finger talking.