Crooked style

The columns were carved with straight lines, and after the Dorrit, hiccupp,
I mean Doric, there were some curvy wavy leaves on high. Groovy and outrageous were those architects, or archetypes. Chez chic, or guevara, or whatever. Valley of the jolly green... Dolly. Move on wheels.

There was a dragon in the belly of a giant whale, hiccup... in the clouds.

I saw it like the rainbows that offer high hope to the hopeless who will look up but pray down where the humans dwell. in the darkness of a wishing well.

The price is always right to the highest bidder, you know... the one with with biggest cajones. Go figure and hide in the hedges and whimp whisper to the bully... bombastic plastic of the age of the war machine, hiccupp, I mean the washing machine to whitewash a wormwood world. Cern, we're looking at you...lol. Go find god, there is an infinite iteration of his Almighty Intent... Hiccup.

I live here and i search for answers amongst the silent sadness,
painting the sky with imagination to pique intuition. All logic has been
put in its place. robots safe in tacky, i mean techkki schemes, hiccup... techno
streams. life is a knot frayed under seems. So I sew, saw, sow. See?

Wanderers don't seek a straight and narrow path... art is a slippery slope to climb or fall. go ask a artist. there are no straight answers.

 "I'm down with that, said a crooked smile... from a lonesome learning crocodile.

The crocus is a light bulb flower... aha in the spring is its light-hearted power.