The so-so aria met expectations. You all right?

There’s always looking out, up, through silence & a sense of feeling cornered in music practice. Enough, enough men as well as women are resigned here. & 

There’s a title for most any time lapse. Stick around.
This sentence shows why we reserve dopey incongruence for fill-ins.
‘When you put it that way I can’t complain.’
Dodge the bullet, I’m only impeaching you, you all right?

For sure, memetic physicists of staticity say
In their notes on the adjunct spectacle filling in 

For the outdoor performance, along normative outcomes wherein smirks press on toward the sidewalk — drizzle would hurt if verbal but it’s only wet & visible as a short, stout white truck rolls under the haze, Kia-like, choked in a soft, fluffy diorama.