1. Access the left shoe. Wait, which foot? Calls answered on an unrung telephone... motel blues.
2. Yesterday must have been a Sunday in July, six mismatched socks excluding your strawberry fears.
3. Why do shadows converge at noon yet escape at dusk? Midnight snack suggestions float in the void…
4. GPS points of nowhere #7; a memory checklist soaked in nostalgia like aging parchment.
5. Babies dreaming in phosphorescent waves, the echo of laughter beneath the fluorescent fog of dawn.
6. Occupy the spice rack; are we counting saffron sadness or just cinnamon sunsets?
7. The garden whispers secrets to the leaves: “...remember me next time you saunter past.”
8. Last seen at the intersection of reality and confetti; celebratory static and wanderlust drives.
Strange places emerge; visit Cowboy Dreams or descend into the crypts of Goldfish Memories...