For Fictionwalky #8

So, forgotten monkey wasp pitted. Upward looking he, color #5 and taste circled back down. Pitted still, upward still and sacré tombé, he petted swift stones. Petted. Petted. Petted swift stones his fingers bled. Pitted still. Swift feather, color #9, circled back up. Forgotten monkey wasp tasted sang red, taste #3. In the upward, color #1. In the upward, a scraping. In the downward, many legs. There was a tear. There were tears. Color #0.

In the upward, a belly moved. A voice chirped, “le sacré tombé, blood blood blood.” A belly moved. A fire glowed. The remembered apple bear rested, color #7. Stars, color unnumbered, clerical error, were in the upward, taste #8.

Mac Sitko this was fun, like maybe too fun…