Happening in Funny Ways

diagram of something else: part I

It would seem to be an accurate description of the events. Something strange happening, or funny maybe. That is, things were occurring awkwardly and efficiently at once. The pieces were falling up, like leaves (if they were to fall up), or dominoes to be more precise. The phone calls, and the words all arranged themselves like hiccups and giggles.
The back of a hand gave off a telling glow, the earth and the buildings rearranged themselves in tetris variations. The bed was falling apart, sheets first. It was like lemon custard exactly, some evasive crust on the tip of a silver spoon. Every question and motive was a limitation because of the exactness of the kaleidoscopic "to be."

diagram of something else: part II

The fingers sensed it slowly, and attempted a portrait. "Careful of the pear and the purple curtain!" Now this is a delicate line to walk, like a memory of how fruit smells. A very slim trail. And to follow it on an empty stomach with circles under your eyes! But this is exactly the sort of trail I have been looking for! I grasp at thin tree branches, green mosses, and a path I've walked on and have not walked on (both at the same time).
I :::::::::::: the road, the simplicity of the arrangements, the buttons lining up, and the edge similes that fit between the dark dark fir and the light light field. These last two were located by a lake in Oregon that we used to go to a lot.

diagram of something else: part III