Adjunct Pavel, the most cinched at the waist of our trio, interrupts Murf while the cheater Zoubek jumps into a collaged kitten mural of plastic abridgments joined by static hangers in back. 

First up, an acrobat for the moods Pavel evokes like watercolorists also emerging for enhanced abandon during and after pressing and spinning hate. 

Ouch! buckets of rain coming down, undistinguished and going away. Someone has cut the grass, no favors, that greeny, wettish smell is everywhere. Hay. Optimism. 
Remember to slam the parentheses behind you 
) bang and ) bang and ) ) double bang 
(to be on the safe side). 

— James Schuyler