The jive Joe jacks his Jurassic jolly jelly gently. His jam jaggedly jumps over a giant giraffe. “jesus!” joe jeers while Jev’s jumping Jesus jives jerky Jordon Jerry’s penis
- WE ARE
Deft deers dangerously dumping in deeply drenched diapers
- WE ARE
Fervent Fellows ferociously fighting fat farting freaks
- WE ARE
Gangly guys gaily groping gray glowing garbage
- WE ARE
Powerful pals peacefully picking puny pillow pants poop
- AND NOW A SHORT STORY
A big bad battalion of beautiful black birds bank behind buildings burping, biting, bantering like badly burned bucking babies balancing between bricks before buying bags of brown balding badgers banging big bouncy balls on brown bars, besides when a baker is branding biting blobs and banging out bland barf books beneath his bristling butt don’t blow your bony beans, bitches be blumpkins, believe it or not.
We can be likened to a fresh dump taken atop a steaming pile of trash.
For Pete’s sake. Think of Pete
for crying out loud. I only cry in quiet
I find a rather large flaw in the short story, as it references a baker without mentioning bread, which would have given some credence to an actual story as opposed to listing words beginning with the same letter in a sequence that flails wildly at something cognizant rather than a steamy bundle of words making me with an impression of your blog that is rather aliterate.