HINDSIGHT #93: METAPHORS
1 min readApr 2, 2020
Joe’s and female dogs run amuck scurrying the land. And cats are sneaky like a raccoon in a trash can.
The stint of pain comes with a duration of an hour glass filled with trillion particles of grain.
The strain of looking to do right or wanting to be right can could get one left back in tough terrain.
Running parallels on flat land as sphere floating in empty space in a dome stricken with plasma and gasses externally where internally disruptions of the uneducated guess reign.
Vetting the vettor to make things a little better is greater than wearing big letters on a sweater.
Meniskos The Great
