try their flogger hinter flies

Bogged by aperture, their notes descended to earth in the flays of wile and demise. I couldn't pile on any more, as the symbols (searched for, uploaded, goaded towards, or tower-marked by cellular status feeds), well? couldn't sustain much more than a peck of rice to many others daunted (or one could say: as would to be akin with a mindset intent to damper, or to be, perhaps, tempered, hindered, handled, brindled, bridled, girdled, tendered, attended to, intended to be done, reasonably shortchanged, along, in, or nearby), the forte or forearm hoist; steely cabled tendons-typed, fonts or brotherwise, you-know-the-manner: BIG, gravel-voiced, and the kind that would troll along the seabed, bringing up massives (or missives, as it were, to a loved one, one of shared imagination, one so beautiful that you'd wince with an astounding tremor with even the tiniest gaze or glance, parry, prince, pawn, pauper, pond, fondness, tree, touch, tease, lasso, libidinous whisper, kiss, groan, lawn, dry river bottom, freak-out-shimmy, seize, tire-pile-down-by-the-forty, and so forth, man), every time the lure would bob, and damn, I (simply) could 1. not 2. do 3. that 4. right 5. at 6. this 7. very 8. peculiar 9. instant. I'd number it, rightly. You'd stare at the heel, wondering on, or in the vicinity, thoughts that had creature or motions in juried formats, nice ones, too; said statesmen and the advocates, so varied in vices and columns of tape, paperwork, and well? more vices (and not the grip-types), it was like or lick-able, a tryst or a sneeze, wee drops and mothers, slowly buttoned and undone; all an undoing, mowers and grapes and that entire weekend together spent well and nourishing each other. Searching for the questionables, emphatic upstarts lending their hairs and appendices, too; all those my's, all those cows, vacation rates, hotels, highways, and fur-bends along a finger-five dance and tickle up the shoulder or upper part of the arm where the peach fuzz would rescind entrance and formulate pools of calculated spider wires and brushing sounds, I had a good time. No, really. But I was still looking for ten.