Clipping the Shard

The fixed weight dripped from the high jowls of some distant beast. It joined new features in space-time-time with space lids and forceps' galactic conjunctions and. Measuring nine dubs for President Eisenhower. Was our routine too compromised to guarantee the true Sunday rest? Mr. Seltzer did his best to not factor that rotten needle into our already dwarfed minds' salami menorahs. Several other burgers, several more candleabras are spinning, oiled in the chamber of my age-head.