Umpteenth Degrade

nobody dreams outward, they rely on this picture: a rigid tree forced to stall. this is sensibly structured for stopping, in a breath, while the rain extends. a sentence bubbles within this dire crucible called latent television, and we sing of joyous dishsoap. bending the rules complies with recent discoveries in Paul Newman's skull. quietly we obey the list of vocabulary words that have been most useful in circumstance, the corollary being to eschew those words that start nowhere. here is where we can engage: pizza-coloured dormers of varied houses set upon by dreamy-eyed feeders of Paris Hilton, yet a close reading incurs the slight differential of brainchild: we wet our bed. a wet bed—was it Royal Crown cola or coffee-infused brandy?—contributes dormancy. sleep on it, then write your way out of a wet silo. to benefit from noise you have to stop hearing. examine your references then try again.