Frequently Strange Chronicle 12

Pointed palaces populated the landscape. Languid lollygaggers sat around a table laughing outside. Enjoy the ride, was what their minds were spinning in hindsight. Memory of the way home dissolved as darkness and the rain fell. Untold tomes told of how much the table dwellers wrapped their minds around a weary traveler. I kept passing a red-faced, out-of-breath man with his eyes wide, laughing frantically while balancing ferociously on one foot feverishly. Broken and weary in a good way, made it home marauder-less even when meanderings from the corner group were about me.

Brought the case up through the streets weighing on all my already spent bones. Gathered last of the willpower when everywhere now, hills and towers were in my path. Oh so slow and late and lost, liquid morning maroons my massive molecules. Missing motions take host to my frustrated and fruitless efforts escaping. Hauled it up, brought it through, put it down and pointed it out. Collapsed on the train as music stained his soul.

Satisfying sound skips across the rabbit's ears, when the sound-bar stopped it shook the roots of the oldest trees. Treaties tricked traitors into taking massive amounts of alabaster olives. Ocular swerves interrupted the minuscule fox's fixation on wiggling waves washing over him. Tastier tidbits told of the nerves from unknown ukulele undulators, when they formed an escapade.