Damp folded yarn in a brittle plastic basket. Eat moody little birds while watching the sky go so crisp and bleak. Catch the world's last drop of rain in your long and scented beak. Sprawl about the grounds, make snow angels in the new-mown grass. Bring up little facts before the crowd gets a chance to ask. Your closet is full of exoskeletons. Mad mink mask mirror. Free-range easy chairs and couches wander the plains. Tattered tents flap in the wind. Roadkill's flat burial. Forging swords from unpopped corn kernels. Glitter insufflation through a plastic straw, Jaws lock, now let's talk about our nation. Cotten candy spiderwebs and sheets of breaded magpie beaks. Cakes saints waving sweet spray paints. Gloom gadgets tickle the rest of our the nest. Electro flecks smudge so, grudge so, don't budge, no, you will ruin the soap.