Ignoratio elenchi

The sunbeam that glides over sleepwalking water is catching the wink in the sail, where clumps of the claystone of glazed orange ochre rub shoulders with wet inks of shale. Some say every silver-grey cloud has a mudrock, and every such mudrock its day. Others say all the good silver-grey clouds have been taken so take come what may.

So when did the silver-grey cloud of the day become the new fish in the sea? It all sounds like herrings of cherry conflating in snowclone to me.

2 responses

  1. lovely and fun, a lyric, a song! but ok, i don’t know what a snowclone is but hey it interlocks nicely and i can go look it up, maybe it’s a different language, in which case there will be no info yet available, i decide it is definitely something i could play with in the winter. or it is cloned to bring out in the summer. a word worth musing:)

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