Clown tenderness plays its hives in two.
Around the dizziness, enough vents contract.
Ice cream's live, coarse fabric, behind which
hunches a tired radiator. A parallel universe
is a plethora of glitter huffed. A traveler
may get there by scalping a prawn faded.
Only to find that hoarding is purgation.
Before the oatmeal rolls outside from
a gloomy Nerf ball spending this Christmas
compacted. As shocking as straw found in
the T-1000. Perhaps, especially after this latter
disappointment, you wouldn't want X-ray eyes anymore.