thanking the broadcast was a senior executive with plenty of time left for incomplete winners. against an organized regime of fleas the salt flower had nothing more than critical poise. beyond the thirty-six seconds of hiding they became reliant upon the practice of excusing enormous bursts of voodoo. the route was a severed range and the theory called was never one to withstand the onslaught of confederate brigades that preserve misintentions. could the giants defeat the stolen machines? could the infant data compose enough saliva to guess the toss? would the thread climb my chin like ivy looking for the sun? where the city limits found the spanish mountains was where the dog’s bark erupted from echoes bagged in a bell tone and imprisoned in a book to be lost over time in a missed excursion into the returning pool of biting fauna. the vietcong needed a digital adaptor to find Cowboy in the thick. the corduroy kitchen was a colossal investment in the home. the woman established herself with iron and stainless steel. awake in the eagles’ eyes as they soar across the goose’s nesting tree and steal every egg from the straw and cable nests setting so gently in the crook. recognize the spreading rigidness of his reviewing. the savior of the truth is a gremlin in your pituitary line-up. we’ve been told of his possession by the lizard in the booth. i’ve looked for soothing oils in the records of the game. there were none but ancient lightning strikes and dried grasses all aflame. burning languages i didn’t understand. shut out all the catastrophe, but let the air be clean to lick.Birth sign: Taurus
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