A Universe Is Not Tripled When She Dies.

This is a product of the game "sentence" in which a group of people make a sentence by adding one word at a time, each person-one word, until you have a sentence. And then you start over.

A universe is not tripled when she dies.

Forever and forever Indigo surpasses the universe.

The next time she walks with me I’ll fall.

Only to recognize her splendor in my pain, I open now.

Therein we pray and postulate Indigo.

 

The beast endures so we can cultivate them.

Steam cannot rise again unless Billy is killed.

Alas the tribal body exploding was cookies when Gunther tripped.

More over, tomorrow will accentuate cookies.

Next, chocolate time!

 

Ah-hah! Beneath the city lie dead rabbits!

 

Blueberries stare very deeply into papa’s soul.

Blue s**t cave bothered thoughts of contemporary art.

Red days are chimney colored.

 

Gathered before god are Mary’s little little itty bitty bite-size men.

 

Whenever wherever whoever whatever however there are miniscule portions

beneath cement clouds.

Beneath dark stormy clouds rile ancient beasts of tantalizing testament.

Glide and soar above the peaks that pierce the sky.

Kaleidoscopes shimmer under the prismatic light of eternity.