ONCE
There really wasn’t much left over after we took after the
storytaker. The initial and document ripping wasn’t harnessing as they were
taught. The freeback from the idlescope of land intimate tele and see-sign,
drew up die-cast in literal litigation – stocked up like someone wasn’t
expecting it. We took the obvious to dinner night after late, how could the
inserts not see what was humming? I peripheral and in-mate and lycanthropy
settles the dust. We will pay only once more, and this time nocturnal won’t
suppose, like a diffuse blowing the pages over the scales of sunset and
twilight signature. We are from. And we sight never as a lance to build a pew,
whilst terror romances a you that said it and we all need to dance for sum. I
take it that you’re not turned over, enhanced as you are here insane, and remnants
take bait to the one paused in gate and locktred and stickiness and unsung. I
like a reverb whilst the penalty shot waves and whistle while waves do their
listen, and indigenous just here where our outback wears gear and didn’t you
come in the kitchen? I look forward to that splayed, undetermined and decay
whilst sprinkles unsmother the prison. Of mathematician and like, of top-hat
with delight, of contact, and numbers division.
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