Peteroo's Blog

How can petals lift one up when they—themselves—are down-drooping?

Pseudosopher posits that some are only meant to cheer opossums and bats, but even the tosticated sloth knows orientation matters not regarding a rose and its power to pink-tickle toes.

An integument scratched deserves a balm, so, perhaps, a twisted bloom merits some calm—by way of a spritz and a lamp and some hoot for the root.

Then, in that exemplary act of give-not-receive, one might find elevation in not the normed expectation, but from a self-revelation: boosts do share to the pair when handled with care. ; )

Pulchritude enveloped in terry toga awaits dry cleaner to buzz arrival of glam gown in placcy protection.

*ring-a-ling*

Time to down-set story of hero’s pursuit of the totemic MacGuffin guilded in orichalcum and up-dress sheila-self for the oneiric ball fancied as Elysium. ; )

Ah, I see that inside the envelope is a thank-you card from the queen bee. She must be pleased that her workers found their greeze in the sunflowers waving in the breeze while the drones were dallying by way of bending knees. Alas, though, was there no buzzer to emit a tocsin when the smoke folk cloaked in brusquerie came to claim not-their comb so hastily? Wait! This is not a note of thanks; it is a note of please. The queen must be needing more sunny blooms to nectarize her crew and so she wrote to the friendliest-and-seediest-albeit-in-a-sowing-and-not-a-hoeing-wink-wink-kind-of-way gardener she knew. Phew! Let me grab my packets and spade so that we can get some growing in queue! ; )

Certainly warning was wherefore ant mythopoets marched to lyrics regarding gods and giants—for relaying such irrefragable information would allow future colonies to either avoid splats or sting soles so fiercely as to drive them to seek relief by parafango-infused foot baths. ; )

Oh, yes, this ang moh’s finger did place its hush on your muzzle with celerity, my little fennec panda with whom I shall no longer engage in palaver regarding who is to blame for my bloody foot upon encountering not krummholz on a mountain, but a synonymously-shaped rawhide stick angled into the fifth step from the top. ; )