Since I mentioned earlier my open-toed sandals; I felt it is only fair enough that I painted a vivid picture of them so you all may enjoy a visualization of them as I enjoy them in real life.
They're a tinted hue of beige just like the camels that sway across the desert horizon. The sturdy iron clad buckle lays upon my navicular bone while as my foot hairs peep through the straps.
The leather patented sandal has become contoured to the shape of my foot after many repeated years of adorning them upon my scaly lizard-like feet.
The texture of my beloved sandaloos is sturdy like a chicken yet soft like the feathers. The leather has cracks upon it like the cracks upon an aging woman's face. The bottom of the shoe can surpass any obstacle like those faced on "I Survived a Japanese Game Show!" Yet, they are gentle upon the meadows that I walketh upon just like the regurgitation of the mother bird into the mouths of its feathery offspring.
My eyes begin to tear as I reminiscence the stormy night I bought my new leather-crisp sandals. My mother had given me my allowance for the lunar rotation of the new moon; I had my heart set on the manly, rugged sandals I had previously seen on SindiBad. [above] Sindibad has always been a role model of mine, with his black locks flowing in the air all the while my skull hasn't protruded a single hair since the tender age of 12. Enough of my wallowing in self-pity, my shoes are freakin' awesome, dontcha wish you had a pair?
