... and the pebbled swan was never all that exuberant anyway

The purple xylophone murgatroid is making gray waffles in the midnight eclipse.
I am tired and sleep-deprived and the world is making no sense.
Red meringue lollipops tend to fluctuate wildly in the passing breezes of Massachusetts.
I really should try to get more sleep, instead of staying up half the night on the computer.
Batman knew twenty-seven horn-swaggling fricternoppers but none were allergic to pickled moose berries.
Maybe I should take a nap.