aforementioned "Spilling Bees"

Where land touches sea states are blue. There's one there's one. Until nothing happened. Red country. Deadbolt pulls jar from diversion. Waving my arms up and down is what you'd expect. Hanging like a tongue from the bow. That's how much I liked it. More holey than dirty.

 

Remarks like, "I don't car what the others think" followed by an assertion. Very much like a blowout sale. At that time we lived on a paddy. Twiddling whiskers. No hard feelings please. (Scoops air with hand). Open your mouth, let me drop this tidbit in.