Sticky is a new word. Or it was at some point I suppose.
I wonder if the originator ever thought the word might be used sometime in the distant future, by someone sitting in front of a bunch of metal and glass, pressing small plastic squares, to describe how their eyes were feeling.
Sticky. That’s for sure.
I must research lemon squeezing techniques. My lemon should be producing more juice and less pulp. How much lemonade do I need in order to dilute 50ml of motor oil so that it is safe to consume? The motor oil that is, I know lemonade is safe to consume, most of the time.
The bruised and battered driveway rolls into the man’s frame. The driveway needs a repaving, they said it would.
Sitting at the creating, the driveway is forced to keep up the desk, pushing what ought not to be forced.
It’s disappointment for supper again, the spaghetti is severe.
Slowly, a fork slides from between the spaghetti strands, prompting a solitary word from the driveway;
“Baffling“
Extracting the seated position from his limbs, the driveway gets up and goes for a run. Since when has spaghetti been served for supper?