Red dye corn crunch quells vacation end's anxiety. An idea would be to toss a cadaver in the pool to scare away menses. Or a wood rat. Wind flounces dresses to misshapen belly buttons. Quiet please, headphones won't come off without a fight. To battle whine you need what-ifs, phantom spanking and facial chocolate. Fucking shoes on their feet, cannot be possessed. Slippery desert dry, we down our way to fired palms. Kids play with matches in 1980, Elvis three years dead.
