The Purple Blues in Beverly Singsong
“Whonkers, Capt. Buzz," narbled the Great Blue Angel, pristine to say the least" “Whoa, Billy," interjected the Kid, “physicals were only part of the answer. Questions billyclub more than just our tiny group." “Peach fuzz," scoffed Charlie Bear, looking down his fingernails.
The Purple Blues in Beverly Singsong
Jon Carroll
“Whonkers, Capt. Buzz," narbled the Great Blue Angel, pristine to say the least"
“Whoa, Billy," interjected the Kid, “physicals were only part of the answer.
Questions billyclub more than just our tiny group."
“Peach fuzz," scoffed Charlie Bear, looking down his fingernails. “As every mother knows, the plenum exists outside the quantum."
They wanked a slight slice out of the grass as they walked, and it tumbled reflecting skywards, rolling mirrored runners into dustin.
“It would be harder to believe if we knew the facts," mused Billy, his stack weighted by the sudden mindload. “Perhaps a shanking, perhaps not. What makes the problem so much less easy is its difficulty. And what makes the difficulty so much harder is that we are aware of it."
“A bonker for you," said Capt. Buzz, smelling benignly into the void. “Pointspread difficulty is only as difficult as we make it.
If you find the question hard, then find it easy instead. Find is part of defined, just as disc is part of discover. Whamming whapping purple skylight consecutive nonsensetension and release, get it?"