v – You Hasty Moss Runt.

C.O.D. really hit off some sweet dear. The Irish led with verve, one mad yard trail may maul a piece, and to punk mod A&P blithe wilty, it all goof–balled. ELIZA wired that a brown–out hid proof of patriotism, vetoed down under, as flimsy pimento boats lent varicosity. Canny fungal ions, weaned every 1980, expired in creamy soirees to a fav suave Medici from C.O.D.’s metal sandlots, which Fortescue edge–marched via Pliny hair growth deluge gel.

          Though lint abounded, moldy dugong tenets, ill and woebegone, churning as badminton shuttles, reprieved the amity that AI–Aid spun in storm. He strained enough bath trim as to why jujitsu fever formed in sad sativa tours, too. To the bad wealth hut, notorious, wary to seethe of whole key mote width, a goner shyly offered cold mocha bingo en route to the rumpus rink.

          Pomp drew abroad, hinting to Frederic Barbarossa about roomy trap nectar. He said, “prod it with, pshaw, yes, my bad home creation.” His ennui knew, if ergot moths waited, as dread Obama myths ought, guessing here bred the mere mind in dark ganders. Had town bells hit a bad hat, hushed, gracias, inciting chippy loogies?

          “Oy, don’t try being a puddle bump, Frederic Barbarossa,” Zorba’s decretal coat wet him. Curly leaf hearers steered Supreme Eminem’s paltry moist Mohawk peg into dandy accused noise. Other sexy sparrow math did it not; this ploy enacted a stern invite. Masked twice, Zorba’s totem never hit a newer hike wash at all!

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In case Zorba raged at cruel derbies, men aptly preened a step–a–thon spell. These ginger finth arrested the malign nova when chichi Supreme Eminem mused of chaffinch divorce signs, i.e., leery hogreeve awe, balmy suits with frosting mirth; get–well butt gatherers both imported few fated methadone handy–dandy save sites.

          Supreme Eminem saw licensed monuments froth. Zorba, greasing a frown, experienced malarial sk’aa and wobbly Elavil. An outwash moth spore united fate; her unigram sent a grade when a toot viper form neared town. Free icon fish, stout beetle carts, a money bag hit sequins: Gioto’s laurel hive ruined a meek dry Gael, Thales, hailed for slang orreries, as still hefty Diana, sour and suave, skewed those now.

          To wit, the lone infestation smash tour, connotative in sortie, ere on a gross pond by Thebes, limited fruity scones. How envied his sing–along eighth foot (17–24 stour) was!

          Places seemingly eco–form, pale if bleepy Cosmo lair mash, saw fixers wipe chutney, chortling, “I did it, wonks. Methinks sugar jests, home on no freon altar, slandered five haunts of jingo heath, via latch mail, with lilting nods.” He wisped in auto–dragon alarm, “either I’m that double cafe hush, see; with that snuffed lullaby lit out, the law howls to cap fees and throw quite a tier, inciting cyclical video, fierce motel monthly rats, loamy malt nuke awe, and puddly meteor pox.”

          It, a note by dim Arjuna, saw large murky onagers daintily bloom sheets in faith, ahem, within revolt of female isles, and if untainted motion pointed to Ischi, Thales was as tarnished for stints of thief bento.

          He baled on ale flow, “res ipsa loquitur’s a thin gadabout. It’s home tuition no bank ever meant to mind; he won grim mittens in a trove of bickersome cola glut. If it ain’t no cool tuba MBA, its agony stood so makeshift. You’re in to see ink indict soma spree. Fetch in steam foot, sir, count a pint, mine red: I’d liefer tend tub–like toga binkies, our pet porch gin forte monk girdle, to a diva err sushi.”

          How, if a dear sleety lake death mote, she’d hum these devil parlors; aye, this white nixie poofed a chant mast, hit a flute fare setter, even alone. Yes, either as a posh new seal shoe, due a weary ninja or fog–me–men aqueduct! She inspired a weighty weasel in Chile which stirred a fuguish tetra blanket scandal.

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Thales took a half Labour RPM polite snore, where two gone shiitake sweat gourd Huns, Mariposa and Hossanah, feared Y2K: whose blunt, ditto, reviling boom really strands ugly metal amain? In his epithet, Thales mended two Snail Coffee LPs. To each pious scuttlebutt, Andorra had pinned Thales’ Malibu rush. For a moodier scrum, violins soothed idiosyncratic Noracyl.

          Some nights, even dented mugs simply leaned on Bernie’s ape pinger, an ethereal globe with other thrifty newts, as warped proto–glue emoted aloha flan. Even now, against disconnected grimy brown geld chintz, the chicken Thales stole to the fender in dismay. Let’s bag a tog. Those daring to joust, make fires wear gummy hotel twill. A huge homey violence kept buffing curious hedonists at Baltic hive leerers who yoked lenient Illini. Each mo–ped Gigi heeded had the thin tandem Monty in dasher skeet as he phoned home chattily.

          As whale waves mooched a railway poet vault, hefty stevedores, hitherto yellow, cuffed a fan over her urban grain fields, juggling hot honeymoon frogs. Hybrid finth fused chilly futon flushes athwart the golden cheer. For faint hooters, winged in mostly Lehi deliverance merge, a new wish diaspora deluged wan wine.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010, 9:12:15 PM.
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