congratulations on the understem cerebrum that atrophied right before our very eyes.
the nubian crown prince of demography picked himself up off the sidewalk with the alacrity of a half dozen steam shovels. that guy taped stilts to his legs in an attempt to bypass the flow of clothed apes barking in unison on sleek asphalt.
we placed tape over her eyes to prevent the sun from leaking in. she knew the prince from back when people would talk between their knuckles in public. now we murmur with grunts that rival the echoes of our ancestors' hollow knock of shovel on coffin.
