The Daily Sentence

This willow basket of oranges with concealed proclamation: damaged goods, sits under a shaded evergreen, their citrus sweet juices seeping out upon the rich earth—it is the tragic waste of the orange's precious beautifying hydrating moisture; they live through the process of their own mummification— perpetual shrivel—maggot populations are growing exponentially (we must eat these bloody oranges, anon). -Aaron DeWeese