A rollaway rolling hill.
And then bring in an unrelated [at first glance] verb such as to dine.
And then super quick switch gears and add something else either deep or abstract.
Followed by a few words about color that calls to mind skinny art students smoking clove cigarettes while sitting on well-maintained university steps.
And then drop a few words about how she left him. O the poor boy.
Describe the sound the sea makes.
After that a brief description of motion that includes the word static.
And then something really cool as far as an ending goes. A real gripper. Something that kicks em in they bellies.
And then before you know it your prose is complete and girls like you and everything is okay.
Right?