Last week, Improv Everywhere set up an Orchestra in New York City with a sign that read, “Conduct Us.”
Falling in flank, this inconsonant infantry floats in constant pleasantry.
Bright green breeze brings soul light reprieve.
Willows who weep the tears of titans, prostrated faces posed to the sky. (I live for these dreary days)
Winston Niles Rumfoord & Space Hound, Kazak