Freewrite One

by Max Nelson on June 23, 2014

Freewrite One

Id love it if you joined me for tea and piglet stew. Hurrah I do say to thee young undermakings of a man, that you should spoil such delicious peas. they are rotted with your words. and besotted with your birds, for your parrots really are quite lovely, I believe all the world has heard. They’re the gaze of every galla, the quolk of every york. Might I fine if I had mighty parrot sooted approach that twixel. quite sighted, I were, if it pleaseth the lord. It pleaseth Jergens. and that for suretainly cannot be denied. nor pied, that prejudiced ham, that spoke along jury. all fit in its sunday greys were they lamb, for fearful was the countryside, and for what, so deep inside that water was, a goazling cholk, and holed a’cuz’ for ever hours that were late a fifteen pence, a sour gate, I had chimed that they were so, those goazling cholks from down below. A had a heard that ear before, that song a’once was choired, indeed it paired my ear before, that chance that was acquired. Alas it plays my ears no more, that note that once was squired.