It was boring in Rooms in the Sky. Puzzles in books went missing. Honeyed whispers ask, "Who took the honey from the bee?" Trickling, smiling. But bee never smiles, always buzz.
"Corn maze tomorrow is full of umbrellas, canopies," said friend-through-of-television-dials. But they aren't friends anymore. Strange tinkles at night. They eat kun-nights.
Signs rusted. Spirals in coffee cup are words. Words confuse, whisper-day sound dawn drowning even soft no softness whisper-day boiling see coffee whirl. Words lie, butterfly lies spin truth dot drink shake movement sun circle.
Cannery whirls punch meat dare thoughtful kids Peppy sweat. Snowmen slides on books hidden truth.
Spiraling revelations: A donut with holes, missing holes. Fall-down religion new eternity vapor.