The Daily Sentence

Eastern Plutarchian skies covered in dissimilar tardigrade habiliments more suited to methane atmospheres; this is the danger in flying alone, traveling temerariously within tight spaces, the galley stocked with condensed cabbage-based stews (the last one of ours blew up—no vessel, no inhabitant thereof, no problems)—as I write this, indeed I close my eyes and I see...kipple; it dings itself stupidly against the hull now, from within and without. -Aaron DeWeese