Sturdy, scratchy grained artificial timber, leg jammed beneath, crevasse ingrained knee, barely limber. The dust divide inhabiting it's allotted turf. Airways obstructed, possessed by clamoring windpipes through the dusking surf. Each blow exclusive, wishing for a silent reprieve. Footsteps overtake reason, as hope the piercing voice will leave. Shoulder tugged, caressed searching for attention, engaged through touch purring at a modest name mention.
Adequate recognition or the ear flattening clamor initiate retreat. Rushing off as if after a treat. An exclusive strand of cat hair lay stretched across G H J perfectly centered. No alarms raised, as a gust initiated from a finger stroke, hurls it towards a nearby crack, result entered. A dwelling secured as satisfying as a vault, promising a future barring a heinous vacuum assault. Amused in the thought of a sneeze, from allergy encased plebeians attempting a key squeeze. Finding fault with the hair, empowering dander to run amok, the authentic killer, completely unaware.
A slight circulation finds the light escaping room completely naked of other worth. Although a tingling suggests a deeper scrutiny would find a cat or two unearthed. Suspending the search as that voice sends a tingling up your spine. A sly smirk at mention "why" event suffered your decline. Screen saver furnishes the screen with tubes intertwining, reflection of blacken corner finds eyes bulging, escaping the cover of the beds silver lining.
Shifting knees quake the desk, erupting a stack of floppy disks, motivating a nose curl and a feeling quite grotesque. Years not even amassing the age of toe hair, recognized these with formidable worth, charging a sumly fare. Yet now stripped corners creating ninja stars of plastic or submitting them to the test of an elastic, remains of their use, face scrunching up at their ungodly abuse. An ability to retain meager portions of data, thus the thumb drive originating them to an ill attempted beta. Breaching the mind of thought, how long before the thumb drum becomes something to be thrown and caught?
With the point questionable at best, the petty heap hoarded back with the rest. A forceful thrust situating them into position, brings forth a mention extracted from prying ears, catching a digit on another addition. To bare of any electric glow to see, a yank at the strap is undertaken out of a magnetized curiosity. Darkened eyes of Stakeout fame materialize from buried pictures seen, quickly followed by "Rhythm is Going to Get You" and a peeping Chris scene. Unsurprised mind manifested in the gutter, "Higher Love" also begins to flutter. Quick comparison to the floppies careless one way or another if wrecked, creates a kind of spill over affect. Differences between outdated and timeless, seemingly some unrelated to progress.
Wonder saturates the synapses causing the bulb to spark, as these binoculars reside among the technological weeds one would expect to hit the conventional computer mark. Double checking for black residue in case of a dupe, focusing, researching prevailing sights, viewing no reason to snoop. Window seems blocked with coverage worsened due to the summer season. Lush green, impede all surveillance avenues, leaving little reason. Storage or a quick place to hide the signs of a devious task, funny thought, attempt to look for a hidden flask.
Screeching voice leaves ears almost bled dry, no longer are they jealous from the eyes attention, due to an intrusive sty. Attempts to watch with binoculars ensuring final relief, yet certain holdings, with size increased, give the eyes grief. "WARNING" should be applied to the side, some sights can't be erased, especially if two large cheeks collide. Pull back wishing instead for black circles or falling toilet paper, yet zipping by, flutters a creature on a caper. A newly hung feeder resides in the front and after getting a full view and feeling the brunt, a red chest ringing proud, with a rainbow of colours helping it stand out from the crowd, and wings flapping faster than the eye can see, allows me a glimpse with Orlin scrunched down, ear flattened, licking his lips with glee.
Bet I had you all confused there, I know not fair. But over at WaystationOne Brian has lots of fun, using some simple things, like gum, to come up with a verse, I decided to see if I could do it with rhyme and all as I converse. So there we go and if you get the movie reference I guess you're in the know, meaning you know some lets Face it Facts, if not travel down the "Stakeout" tracks. So did I fail or pass, with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.