A bouquet of words

Orange. I like to start with a color. Or a fruit. Oranges are delicious, but that's not the point. The point of a mountain is a peak. The peak of sophistication is supposedly in Paris. And Paris was supposedly a rather fruity guy. So there we are back at fruit again. How do you get out of a circle? Or into one for that matter? Where exactly is the best place to be in relation to a circle? I guess it all depends on what kind of circle it is. Most experts agree its best to be in the circle of life, whether that circle is a hangman's noose or a circle of friends I couldn't tell ya. Are we even sure life is circular? What if its ellipsoidal? Another thing that's ellipsoidal is our dear planet's orbit. Unlike a piece of Orbit gum, which is more of a rectangular prism. That sure sounds a lot like prison. Come to think of it a prison cell is most likely prismal. If that's even a word. I don't really care if it is a word. One of those letter thingies that I'm sure is a word is vase. I sure got my word's worth out of that one when I was describing my glass collection. Did you know that if you take the space out of it, words worth is a poet? He liked to write about sublimity. Like a lot of flowers or other such things. Never could quite figure it out. I mean I like flowers as much as the next guy. Well unless the next guy were to be a florist. Then I probably like them more than the next guy. I'm going on the assumption that if you have to work with flowers eight hours a day, you're probably pretty tired of them. Speaking of tired I'm pretty tired of all this gibberish.