Thursday, June 18, 2015
Volodymyr Bilyk guest pen
Throng of balloons fled because of the pinch to be sure that something in the air happened in a silent way. Some quial and tilt and then: Apt pear appears all over the sudden abruptly stopping gorgeous throes; elliptic shadow falls - and bubbles come up in the air to fight with naughty cloud of balloons before the sun because ridiculous must come off big. And then: the clash is so and so and lots of fluff and knack and knack So eyes get very weary, obviously blenching back behind the lids - whack! And then it's over, barring tingle, tingle, dither, heat enough to be thought and be mauled.