Imagine her kind of swaying to the romantic stylings of Michael Buble music
sewing...minding my business bobbing a chrome upholstery needle reattaching my chocolate & parchment button to my clover hued linen trousers
looking down to find a tiny dancing asparagus sprig with a more minuscule bulbous eyeballed artichoke piked a'top it---a praying mantis I've apparently hypnotized
dropping the cadmium spear for my mulberry & turquoise otter-boxed iphone calming the clementine flamingo sparklers shooting from both ears---I'd crept within inches
eye to eye---zooming 'til I spot her bony razor-spined raptorial forearms out 'a cannon she fires herself "CRACK!", "AAAAHAHHHHHHHH!!!"
didn't find my phone 'til her attempted apple sexual cannibalism had cracked my screen
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