Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Don't forget to tuck

Inundated negligent non-data ETA rate, read the carbon candy slot. Take a twenty-five (it used to be), turn the handle, and in a minute, the newfoundfriend would drop to its knees, encapsulated in a barbie dome, but best hide it (else unsufferable would be heard such chiding wordplay consecrations) such as shag, baggot, roast, and the worsening of cumulo-collect in near memory retention: lariat. All knew the verbs and matchstick bundles vaguely that it had to do with something remote-- beyond horror or gore or or sap's lithe cheeks, hoarding cheese or potatoes and communal rules of having placed a row of huh next to seldom sounded righteousness-- even though it was nary or hadn't, that clue was beyond blue and godknowledge. But by clever appoint, the bending teeth would be the hares; scare shacks and mellow minnow creeks, snares set in tether-said sinewave fashions (off the east); yearning was just an adjustment reporting adjunct addle-hindered rinse, since, seance, and don't forget to protein-see the firestorm for not only its indeterminate brands, stoves, pipings' tight loose-fitting staring with wholly globular tomes, thereafter providers of a wellness program pirouetting in a series of minuets, dropping to a frequently coupled trio, only to groan the wood, and tables turned, would foot the far-flung epistemics with a treasury of reason, fond doting, and the irksome foil of herbs, trailer treads, and a swine cloven periodontal plume. And the seen would seek. Twine breathed between. Peppermint or a line in collate, inconsolable by defunct hisses and lower knowledges or knobs that teeny bends would later insulate, and further the dialogue into cloister ruckus, a series of undesireables, patter soaked in muses too many dismay ratcheted; cranes or whooping storks toddled in wence came the mooring, sheeted over in slaps of purplish mammary, and a baby that wants to truck. Possessive of shy, sheen of the best veined lassitude, would have it all over to bide in bin's languor and creamy tines of pine-scented fat-reduced lisp of tenders, loathe to tighten a slice of slothful ouster, rousted by the clinginess of a lover louvre and mommy-fending, shuddery slopes, verandas dotting the toils that ties once binded.

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