Wednesday

It's time for a never ending sentence

Forever it is thursday becase the pumpkins wont stop letting their leaves extend into the dark abyss of the surrounding cornfields where the coyotes lurk in the trees looking for any food to fullfill their hungry bellies empty because their past homes have been raided by the evil developers of giant humanoid burrows where they continually rush in and out their sleek shoes making squishy noises on the hot pavement of their driveway briskly passing a struggling catapillar trying to manuever its way across the long river of hard rock slowly swerving back and forth like water blasting through a hose drenching children as they jump around the sprinkler in the summer time.

It's bed time.