Oh to write happy things well! What an amazing accomplishment that would be! Let's write random happy sentences, shall we?
Laughter is grey in the sky over the north pine lakes, which stab the sky and spill the light from the moon.
Stickiness runs like a bright smile over your teeth and over my hands as you tumble through my hour.
The merry crayon box sonata trips over the cracks in the sidewalk as it runs over the edges of the curb and into the street.
Under the strange daisies that I use to count off the bumps in the pavement that I feel under my wheels, I sleep a subconsciously spring dream about yellow dragons.
Writing happily is so much harder than writing melancholy things.
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