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The Extended Metaphor By John Hakala

The eagle soared brilliantlyeventually crumbling placidly into the sea. Quality, it seemed, would be essential on this run.

As she carried me, I felt like a shy Jell-o mold. ‘Also, warm… and eternal—as though it would last far into the future’ was how it felt—infrared. Love me, sunbathing seashells, cigarette smoker. Strange, how things occasionally turn out right--am I lucky?

There’s a fundamental difference in meaning between the phrases “Why?” and “Why not?” I like “Why not?”

Love lost, stitches in transit, baseball contortions? Flowers and alcohol, I do enjoy the pleasant aroma of g-string Hollywood backdrops.

Sandwitches chasing the mayonnaise from their coven cupboard—sandwich lies, peanut butter policy relies on the crybabies’ eyes. Ten times to forty, gotta get more, time and again, gallons pass repetition—moneyface, Christmas jeans in the mail, ordered it on a preorder on the specialedition lies of crybabies’ eyes—am I lucky?

And, no, I’m not crazy, I’m joking!!!