worms

While I'm sitting here in this season of memes in a brain-dead fashion, here's something crafted from a single word out of each post last year; no looking ahead, just the first word that makes some sort of grammatical sense in context.

The hate should find this rhetorical petition transforming anything just working last night, following rereading for yesterday how Bristol denied parenting first-order radical protest via the people talking in this home cycling photo, finally, at an even too surliminal incarnation ordered meaning across glorious positions in love, seduced on the predictable justification of a hot root firewall party in sawing walls finished and frothing together; split, blurred, invading, between hospital and real family food giving you restorative uncertainty and innocent words permanently cropped.

[ surliminal slipped in there, as more a neologistic inverse adjective than proper noun, as the only word in the post that could fit ]