Tuesday, June 29, 2010




(eyes used for tooth support)

Yes, he'd decry. Eyes for the yes/no molar treetop. Put even sides of butter capsize on the regiment; whilst you troll, mind the good gubs. The ferrier trakes on a seven, got me? Two o 'er stoats and under readies, bellied upside, crosses on the ion or yawn sphere stadle frin. Crolliate. Chender. Skolptolila. Wencestenserve. Prayedell. Tooloose. Frensers. Actually the whole lot and loy, mina, streadwell, sheance, haytweed. Lower caps, my looking lad glassened rook! Say the tud, yes/no treaties/monts, mothcreatureanecdotereturndepostundranimaleftwingasprairiexpire. Too long, linger ready and treadwell again. The pops, larry on a king, well, it laid thick, gloaming widener in a hairtux seven again magii. An unwise tithe for bidding. You voted, you'd shared, he cry the deacer and slown qwerty vas deferentiratiating... holding the pause to suren clastic lenm oner just a tad, glad you were, glasp and held to a yarrow and an end tea suffrage lesp. Cold down. There. Cold down there's a rucket, a bucklet, a fadet-in-chuslim-shaws. Tuds and lemns, man! Lists of lemmoxes and you've forty mired in a seventeen held pot stoszit and reap osition larry-gain, and all the show-you's you'd played laider raise a maw and sligner bote, the polls came just o'er the under heady and well, heft the sed chender downslaidoneous. Ached to crisscriss, follofoll tis nigh, tell sapes and cyrprictall tree lengths on the thirdiary seven again, you'll see then, decrairious wren, how the fifteenines and goblools lead, a bledsome homerous fume, to roll riars welsome new year to abue.

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