Glide mist pastry honeydoll you know the freight charge and the handling cartwheels are extra phenomena, pursed flatness with ink pressed front like a window. Stacks of mattresses are curving over under the tilt of gravity. The river from the top to the bottom. Very gradual, and then boats forward with taste imagination, bobbing and taking in the saunic filter juice, grit released to history. Night dawn minnow formations, dragon lack the warpower, cat wails in the upstairs portion. You know if you repeat it it becomes the next term, preceded by a comma and natural love.
Jump down from the couch, thump to the floor, stop and clean a little fur. Where is the staying force of play? Locked within a firm egg custard bowl, like meat broccoli plural and whispered fun, connivance! Brown rings of quality everywhere as the clock inches toward my personal crosswalk, I glare pervasively and my eyes roll on the floor laughing their asses off. Punch closet mix a pedal with a talk in the dark, showing me another tic, another second, another portion of meltness, finishing in fact.
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