All are coughing change.
All are toffs mourning glory.
A cooler keeps them.
Haiku
I detrude eft and eftsoon.
The tortoiseshell turtle sprang a rebus on Reptilia. Bill, it’s hawk’s bill. The Bible was better in Spanish, baby or booboo. Go slow for the children@outlook.com. All soft things are underprivileged “E” for expensive. 1 ❤ speed. Persian stroking of a monomeric acrylic set with the millimetric unbearableness of bearability is fairer than prerupt crackdown on miffed lays of an automaton reacceding to its aforethought drainpipe for the land counting on realness of inevitable crime.
Greatest harm of minimal effort disjointedly slates nociception for the floral salve clewing self-cntrl as addiction simulating hentai of a security guard building a country from the ground up in haberdashery, ritzing symphilism draining the cow to recalcitrate her garbage with knocky kaboom of luckie progress. Spazzatura, commandant. Hard decision to maki. A nodus for Sir, yessir. Also a legative lana.
A wappend mage of broncobusting tamps the wardog after pighting haptic summitry decoupaging dicacity between appliances visualizing while clammy miscomprehension is all that is same having lain for some pal’s tine of mastic seeping from a chess pie into the tarte au sucre of bon matin. Clear on clear, the same author that mongrelizes from sheer prodigy turning heads of puzzling Elysium may proselytize “nemo resideo” above an everglade for self-abandonment of stuffers to buy pumpernickel with incestuousness over the precipitous heartbeat of homoeroticism. Infilled through an armscye, thou have not named an antitrust detractor.
As freemartins of apophasis delve into their Biotechnology, TESOL parties with the certificates until vitrification of the hypoallergenic Predecessor for uninhabited accountancy fantasizes about feck on special ‘K’ as a cultivar unpoped from gainful regularity; what’s sexy is sexier until it is sexiest. It’s bread when it’s bakin’. Beyond impassivity, what ever happened to tater thots en famille? Play hot potatoe until the yam hogs pantomiming of a galanty for upstanding indigenization of gravitons circumscribing an axis of evil to remove his refuse as she loves.
XX unwanted is still needed for my own as life. But genius ain’t no genie—she’s not magic as a must, and any curiosity about it is between you and me as toasty as two can be towards granola of reverse astrology in the mix from immature roasters maintaining an ear for art; When every day is today, any day can wait for vision of basic necessity.
Into preformation from vile union in the washi paper, youre missing art. You haven’t technique. But cribbing passes off learning to read and write around the primaries of a repository litmus test. Sex is the semiconscious side of triangular life, dolce. No Juki with Metro.
Si o no?
G. Sex feels good or it isn’t.
English Second Language is two shakes of a tail feather.
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