Wednesday, August 10, 2005

shuck wave

I
rage with tumour popular.
And goad forest like temperature into gales of laughter, at least I think so.
And sleep past the internal heck convincingly.
And choose well ahead of form.
BUT
dogged natural patterns haven't a given name worth repeating.
Tired reservoirs move ideas past trenches into implied signature.
Dummy up is dated by the time we see.
THIS
freaks out the mavens.
They've been apt to control networks instantly, yet pry windows with sullen glee.
They've stopped at turnpikes for a glass of cider, which is really a plea for instant dock.
They've tumbled from the roof more than is sane, that's the thumping sound you hear.
We
love to emulate balloons, scatter action doles, pronounce carp friction, donate opulent scar, resist oodle machine, point with wavery list, scald as newborn drape, lambaste like equivocal dun, sport a fractured ringing, dust the absolute top.

It spaces out in duplex, our filing distance, the train of incipient blur while reading thru those cordoned denizen trails. The worst thing clicks on exactly with pleasure, plus a flame. Tying all together gains a moment for the run.

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