Peace is attained — “Ready. Aim. Fireworks!”
I am the world around me.
A ranger rearranged a deranged arrangement.
My tie got in my maitai.
They forced me to write this.
The parents are back — surprise attack.
Newly struck gold sold for breakfast.
Run away down the red carpet.
We’re talking in circles. I’m tired.
Keep up! Losing ground without sound.