My Rotton Food Allergies Loves Her Red Infection Fight
Blue skies were clear with faint mist in the upper atmosphere. Cicadas vibrated at 10:24. Traffic was light with a steady flow. A puppy barked. A crow cawed. Planes careened and glinted in the light. Car numbers increased on the road. Orb of Sun shone strong. Cicadas sand loud. A yellow lovebird chirped, but I did not see her. Trees were bushy and looked like fine women’s adornments. Her mountain of love was filled with green terrycloth bunches packed with multiple clusters. A blackbird clucked as she passed. A white butterfly fluttered by. A crow quickly beat her wings in spurts of soaring. A small fluffy round cloud suddenly appeared. Puffy rolls were grown on the northeast horizon. The little cloud dissolved into nothing. 2 pigeons flew past me in joy. Another crow flapped and soared high. A large dragonfly sped through the air. Cicadas continued their chorus. Suddenly 6 yellow lovebirds appeared right in front of me, chirping like baby chicks as they passed. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
I was surprised that I didn’t see black hornets. I moved my chair so I could sit in the sunlight. Orb of Sun’s heat was tempered with a cool restless breeze. Shadows were darkly painted and precisely detailed. More fleecy white clouds appeared in the clear blue sky. They were heading over to her mountain of love. 2 crows traveled as a duo. Lumbering airplanes scaled the sky. Black hornet finally appeared at 11:39. I went downtown again and picked up a new love diary for my heartthrob. I was in love with her all the way. My cutting criticism loves her sarcasm bite. My rotten food sickness loves her red infection fight. My ravaging rats loves her plundering parasites. My blinding helplessness loves her wailing throat. My disabling crisis loves her incapacitating abandon. My war rape court cases loves her jail punishment anger. My aging slapping face loves her bloody nose bandage. My stabbing thorn stain loves her cutting surgery scars. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31. “He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. “ Psalm 121:3. “If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed.” –John 8:31. I love Anna Dirksen.