X-tra on a velocipede, what a tweenage.
Una poca de gracia
De poco.
Not dithering about hand-drawn dirigibility, of things she wanted the hard-earned fable for the lowest en soleil.
Peluchería
(subtitles in exotique from Caanes)
Dedicated to naught or nil
EXT. The gnomon waves during a sandstorm.
[NARRATION]
Evenly in-and-out of the threaded wheel since cunning, withered fingers envision the devotee’s recursion.
[CHARACTER]
Sally was a monkey, and Saul was an heir.
[ACTION]
The crocodile takes the high-ability jab at a keynote of organic chemistry, shaking turf and covering ground.
CROCODILE: No disrespect to be meant when that fur ain’t Nile.
BUNNY: I know what I know about the bunny. I am a bunny. See? No sudation¾ no toxoids to expel. My refinable samplery presses pure crystals of an emphractic fear that cannot represent wildlife for my sanitary infliction.
CROCODILE: Diamonds from antre?
BUNNY: Tease all you want. Fiery crocodiles are all the same.
CROCODILE: I have good manners from unconditional love for Mrs. Crocodile at home, but we will butt heads until she emerges a different species. It might take the curtate while. Her nose, if I can recognize, has already changed.
BUNNY: That I already know. They say that she clambers up to the Tigris River to look two-facedly into the iriscope blessing reflection of her life as the sun goes down in settling meredise.
[ACTION]
(a piacere)
Wheedling proceeds.
CROCODILE: It is squarer, and it is no longer about the reptilian hatchlings that we were supposed to have by summer. About anything, it’s about money. I have not got!
[ACTION]
Wincing into a fluency of the Euphrates, the crocodile divides for the dividend and the dividant. Separation storms into agacerie.
BUNNY: Gutta-percha, I am a bunny. Litter the sparkling bank of my wasteland if you want your money.
[ACTION]
Crocodile lifts a twig for the javelin and sticks up the bunny with teeth toward Babylon.
[EVENT]
Mo’ diamonds from the chubb.
The ridiculous bunny is worth an endless supply of dope.
[SCENE]
That adrip in black is paramilitary to illume a relache that situates a positronium (of the ‘+’ and the ‘–’) on a palmed crescent for remission of photons to beguile crystals of crystals with asteism discharging cookery.
“Gimme pelt.”
-SOBEK
[SHOT]
(the end)
Cross-referencing an unwritten bestiary, Conocía adds sequel after she licks the paw out of the kiln for claiming a nite panther.
I have something for what it means to you. I am not against it, but I am straightaway against it. If your man ever gets too jealous, bum his chique.
If alligators were crocodiles.
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