Nonsense #52
I really wish I didn’t keep my mini-notebook next to my one-week-old banana in my backpack. My words get to pollute the world in digital wunderbarness while my notebook simmers in post-post-ripe banana smell.
I feel the writing urge.
For our protagonists we have two coconuts - Bill and Escuthion. Bill was a cheery sort of coconut. He beamed bright with his coconut smile, brim to brim. Escuthion was more crabby than coconuty and hated alliteration.
Three triangles, four boxes - the possibilities.
“Puissant” means “to wither” in ancient Anglo Saxon. It also means “diamond” in Tahiti.
Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire, I am the king of serpents.
