Sunday, January 16, 2011

umbre appraoi sment

Nothing to mew or measure but bigots and blobs. Two four seven having had their requisite lengths in tow, the further resignation abetted this whetting sense and trial era; two shades too shy and sheered merry from the winding roads and willy-nihilnon of procks and pues, said you, to gander whence well, the good was a imperative outthedoor. Ol' shucks had his two four in there too, in three amounts, just a bit pink of the real goal (and she rhymed gangs with heaven). It could take if you caught it, but the gummer mints had their say in this too; reason puddles and demonstration cramps, man, were they tiring it all out like a dry coral pee or the less than brittle feeling of glands expelling burrs from tracts and perjury trence. Foll fine hisp ondata and crell. Them's a yape and or yeop hope and lode; fatherly with spry hance, lessoning lights, carlboro creameries, and the tasty whelp of vaccination and pax scenery. Pits and broken lassoes, tellied up and over humps, dunderdumps, cary pecks, jesuine lightning holdtoovers, and a spiel in rutch or homance languals, riding the rib of pome and loetry, songs-sonna-canted, and feasible crams for all. Trees bided on the swell, a rolling hush that rifled into surf and sea scarves and the arps of avant guarding throughout the desert canopy and fields of holden and amarillo pest and pleasing. Pith antes and lisps in quells; olde shimmy-up new to this, on the fisk and tolden-such and spree, had to groan, but spangledoitch sherry and such, had the hutch and happenstance to circumwise the rosarine and cloffing deans within the miles set forth of hardenings of statesmail, nsa, holly hordes, and mogul tumbing/rake-a-bakes (often shoft of hines seventy five and four-lordes lover bakey, laps-rep, five and eleven peaks of the gates and peterpaul hath drone out and out with punchy pouches of marsupe varietal, nuances heft into glades of spunk, restrooms, and cottony runs lain next to the side-by-each stratum for the highway pried friars to get heavy and manded with heaps of dewy-phases and eyes of little bops, table am'ners, and unlikeliable creeds); it was, after all, a tableau of you-all and hater late gestations, minded tries with the gedding, stoned babes, crimson heirs, and pussyfootery teary ires and pelladom loops, quite the stational wreck, as one could maginehold jeering, and mild lightly, to the touch sho' shine.

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