Word pouches clutched the heart of earth as the lead-lark plummeted. Schrödinger’s quantum addressivity exploded in its firework multiplicity. Ambiguously undulating pigeons frighted chaos and old night.
There was also liquid quintessence of christmas pudding with emperor’s ice cream.
But not necessarily in that order.
A damn fine, unboxed, cat.
And I knat.
UPDATE: And if you want some depth and sense and beauty on the matter, go here.