Pardon the whale. When it broke the surface of the water it threw our boat to pieces. The boat sank, some of us drowned. Pardon that whale.
Sidewalk squares outside the gates of Heaven stretched easily 10 to 20 feet across, circling the gray unknown caverns of curious redemption.
Would adapt to coat closet the same as would if locked in the basement. It was a nicety to have pillow and blanket, and Sal singing softly.
In the image of the falling horse, its four legs Heavenward and the massive, strong body is writhing. It crashes to the sea, poor thing.
The breastplate of the angel is cracked and pulled wide, exposing a shriveled, haunted heart. It beats every six seconds, weakly, sighing.
The tree was so soft that if you balled your fist up tight and punched it hard, an impression of your knuckles would stay there forever.
1:24am. Trace your fingers on the rain lines of the window. Put this priest and this awkward Devil at odds. Sometimes it feels like a gaol.
Fallen angels were found in the road all the way down to the sunken bridge, and everyone lowered their heads and we all were crying.