MADRE

Myself and madre being miserlou seated and mysteriously being inside animated meeps with marine musthoods were making mythopoeic cartooned marker fill ins go make our wills run with missionhoods of conquer the coloring and "come with cuttership" lessons in books of coloring were with new revenue

Andale-glides being dealt now were alive-felt and were under and with pride's own-belt, the ocean's tide rang bells and our time's being laned swell, shyed with the guid of lang's melt was the next god rayed job of play, wahs had their ways and were june freeing, under the moon stampeding, with tooned bammed speedings went their tees of the scissors true mode of entering the establishment of the sinister crew, and the gleed list emerged in queue, heated then went the biz seriously competing, with wizzed care minus tee plussed leads; keying and feeding with regional sea leads went their grinned pride under the wing so wide, hands of the unbelated peeps with lifts and sardine screams, ran with not yet plated seats, the shift's fists had hard leans, and group-bodied waved hard heeves; just goods, in the plussed hood, with crushed looks, had the floor bust before the post-cook, the staff had mental unrust and understood, milkshakes had brrrs shaking, hilled quakes had stirs and the baking, the floor's quick low scenic return had the unapart zoom, their hearts went boom, still with their part went the cooking smart room, the customer's were throwing the imaginary harpoon, zarfs of june's darker billed wins, had the final imaginary dart of doom park and serve with the still pin, their load being unlate, was ready for the show and freight, their order code was great, and flowed with a few crates, the hours sealed-time-killed lunge, was ready to shower and appeal-shine-thrill with the ones of buns, the shift was young and whiffed, and puns were "of thrift", the ton-of-flips had a decision that could only bring the goods to the other side and the customer's sighs suddenly had the post sizzlin tables of wood, the window's kitchen "booked", to a greater height it was hustlin-hizzlin-hooked, the scene went bonkers, outside was also the burgers of honker, the song emerged, the team over yonder concurred, strong and served then became the reign of the package hovering, it was finally after all the cupboard leads, and the individual discoveries, and the castle's rough-heard-leads and the wondering, that the sea-dovery calmly flew through the order-opening to placate the clan's and stunned was the drift of the motherwhip and mothership, livin also under the sun had a pitch of hut huttership, no longer was there tension, stronger was the guest-win, cartoon sea-condors did test-with-fins, eat-mode became the customer's limbs, like ants marching with the load on put, the room no longer shook, ben's run clinged to the hooks, the buzz had donery, the night so just had anti-sunnery, they rushed outside with heights so wuthering, yearned, unnerved, stern, was then their stance being concerned for the 90 degree cliff's loose wend of their food, the money's truce which they spent had them say phew

Doing the power of rad bon quick, and pan strong swift markerjobs this time, was the living room session in which we were painters and our gaits were learned, it was many years ago

Rescuing our towered fad's bondness and fondships went our platonic partnered odds with bliss, we were friends-in-crime, until dusk our color giving resumed with unfilled soon apprehensions, I was the bidding loon and best son, going on paper with moves of friends undone, the thing was rich, the king had our jists, sometimes our rings had fists, we did cling to our tools as time did tick and switch, picked next with their lead purrs, was the buzzer beater's next under the sea scene of mirth, (for our fates and turns), it was the barnacle backed brushing books having us step up to the plate (so firm), it was many years ago

Every evening was us eening and eensing with eachother's easy going also earing adult coloring books as we did diligently sit with our trust of mind pennys being dear with fun codes

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 5-11-26

\- 7:11 PM

\- MADRE