The Daily Paragraph – Netted Heart

The Daily Paragraph

Netted Heart

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Vamoose! Gripped. Griped. Gone. Desires. Written and writhing on a wall of befuddled backdrops. Running wild on a bed of nails. Extremities warped. Contorted.  Misconstrued and moonlighted. Strings clasped. Plucked, snatched and snared. Canned public lava, rushing! Erupting vandalism. Red organs. Sandy surfaces. Afflicted. Bittersweet gingerbread – Racing. Cupid’s nemesis, skillfully swift. Confectionery affections. Inflamed scarlet spectrums. Ensnared. Pulsating. Coarse restrictions. Intangible barriers. Morpheus’s graphical metamorphosis. Corralled in a back alley. Remembering. His adage. His liberty. One must always: Keep ‘it’ real, in the streets.

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

Photograph: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – How Ya… Giraffe…?

The Daily Paragraph

How Ya… Giraffe…?

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How ya…? Stone Free…! Nature’s charming Voodoo Child. Herbage roots… Undulating buttresses… a bolstered Quadruped Ungulata. Indiscriminative patches. Blushing… Brownie… Pumpkin shapes. Jack-o’-lantern’s… jacket of curvatures… Shingling a biscuit aura. Elongated connections… All Along The Watchtower… Streaming deltas… Flowing overlaps… Yapping leaf trap… Sneezing sets. Adorably adolescent… Vestal vibrations. Rock-n-Roll Baby! Harmonizing… Ivory wings… An a cappella… Savanna Angel. Crystallized… Inkblot Gypsy Eyes… Piebald. This Little Wing is… as… Bold As Love… Foxy!

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – Setting

The Daily Paragraph

Setting

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Roar! Righteous roar…! Prismatic lion… Psychedelic… Dandy…  Daydreaming anomalistic eye. Earthly-incandescent stem.  Lustrously… Veracious lights. Temporal havens… Tempest presentiments… Disseminating conceptions. Cultivation. Phantasmal… Hazy horizons… Alizarin hues… Mountainous undertones.  Climbing. Clustered cacophonies aroused. Wafting. Aerial nucleuses… Freely transposed. Maturing. Undomesticated. Liberating pastures. One… Breath… Away… Vapor. Beauty… Invigorating beauty. Winded existences. Rejuvenated perspectives… Reincarnated… melodramatic metamorphoses. Wistful eclipses… Breaking… Dawn.

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – Scuba Jellyfish

The Daily Paragraph

Scuba Jellyfish

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Bloop… Bloop… Boob…? Medusa’s gelatin embodiment… Enchanting. Seductive. Descending deep… Delving negatives… Turning to stone. Venomous… Flailing… Flippant appendages. Fervent feelers… Wisping… Man… Out of his element. Oxygenized and outfitted… Submerged in aquatic murkiness. Vacillating hydrae… Naked… Electrifying beauty. Powerless… One must oblige. Breathtaking reservoirs… In a snapshot… it’s gone… Reverted. Tick tock

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – Cat Show

The Daily Paragraph

Cat Show

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Ding! Pussycat penumbra. Animated. Three. No two… no… Scintillant. Ghostly matting. Tabby pelt. Bamboozled. Diversified existences… Ambitious eyeshots… Tunnel vision. Doorway bleached. Ebony borders. Characters. Life. An amphitheatre. Mitts elevated. Elongated… Joyful prizefighter. Inevitable. Patient victory… Tail or made…? Whiskey whiskers… Shadow boxing UFO’s… Targets suspended. Doohickeys… closer than they appear… Deception blemished perception. Gambits… Catcalls… This lion will become…

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – Man Net Fish

The Daily Paragraph

Man Net Fish

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Rickety raft… no oar. A serendipitous surface… Eager to explore… Harmony. Effervescence. Shades. And shadows… A spindle and spinnaker… The nourishment… Sole… Natural equities entangled. Casting. Extending a hand. Natures. Spidery man. Rapturous ripples breaking the surface… Morning dew?  Or midnight mist? Liquid reflections… Wind swept lasso. Tethered. No bait… No bobber or pole… No lines or lies. What’s beneath shall suffice… Periwinkles. Pollock. Perch. And plaice… the net profits. Unperturbed. Ambition filled waters. Reaching the lazy rivers delta… with a humble appetite.

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

 

The Daily Paragraph – Pug Hat

The Daily Paragraph

Pug Hat

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Walk the plank! A giant amongst men… Adorning his egoless crown. Addressing his magistrates. Paparazzo… Cool. Calm. Composed… His nap interrupted… Lips drooping. Characteristic wrinkles. Accentuated cuteness. Coat agleam. A rascally rebel… penguin tux… necktie… pants, unnecessary. Whiskery mustache. Lick-able nose… Strutting on all fours. A Herculean stature… Don’t mess with me sucka…! I pity the fool… Star encrusted backdrop. Universal eyes… Innocence. Majestic amazement. Man’s best friend. Enlightening man…

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – 1 Guy 2 Bulls

The Daily Paragraph

1 Guy 2 Bulls

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Cascading… backdrops of slop. Erupting flooded racetrack. Sludge. Muck. Oozing wet dirt. Keys ignited… engines revving… Black bayonets on both bovines. Charging… Work. Struggle. In the end… Eaten. Orange oxen. Futures forthcoming, yet indistinguishable… Unknown. Incapable. Master… Brave soul. Dangerously living. Levitating above… His journey. Bounding forward… eyes ahead… Humans. Animals. Tied together. Chaotically composed running. Finish lines drawn. Strength. Speed. Choral-hearts pounding. Screaming. Wild meets wise. Carnal. Unadulterated freedoms. Split. Two-harsh realities. Break away. Composure. Belief. Trust. Weather the storm… Ride it out…

The Daily Paragraph – Fire Breath

The Daily Paragraph

Fire Breath

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Circus. Or Crusade…? Darkness. Awoken by a tense anatomy. Cave man’s glowing-glasses enlightened. Past discoveries through rapid oxidation… Yellow roses blossoming, orange spray alight. Reds. Blacks, browns and whites… Visibly alive amongst nature’s natural resources… Intense. Uncontrollable. A combustible gas cone… Spitting anarchy… Bedlam-bouquet ablaze… Respiratory revolution… Open the floodgates. Walk on… Take a breath. Quench your thirst.

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

The Daily Paragraph – Guys and Ducks

The Daily Paragraph

Guys and Ducks

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And they’re off! I’ll get her… No I’m first! Get the… out of my way! Green bulls. Energized wings. Chasing billed sirens. Pulling at plumage. Payment will be received. Procured pints led nowhere. It’s a numbers game. A quaintly parched atmosphere drenched with angst. Chaotic quackery. Cave man tactics administered, charm to cumbersome, patience’s a vice. Spirits infused lunging. She’s mine! Birds are quacked… Guys are quaked… Shame’s no object. It’s all about the cycle… Nature. Running its course.

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

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