Ripshore purge, seaweed blue

Portuguese women never looked so small.

Hang the rattail near the stall.

Leeches set out on the grand gala table.

Nosebleeds and Nosegrinds for a mere fifty cents.

Calculators tell the futures of numbers.

Folklore for children to make their tall tales taller.

Shapeshift the avalon, the audubon will follow.

Genius falls at the feet of the bereft.

Cascade the carnivale for cannibals with cannonballs.

Soups on.

Fancy that.

Copycats who copyright do nothing short but rot like us all.

This contagion of 'cool' is catching at best, like a pox.

A meadow that meddles in others affairs grows the oddest blooms.