And this foreboding of the coming grammatical scheme combined with each successive uttered word is so practically accurate, that a reader incapable of understanding four ideas of the book he is reading aloud can nevertheless read it with the most delicately modulated expression of intelligence [Wm. James, “On Some Omissions of Introspective Psychology,” in Essays on Psychology (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1983), p. 149].
ii – Thales, Pickled, Shall Try Ginzu Comet Keyway.
“As to a thin shaft, ” Mariposa opened, “yonder cities suit Fido the oldish daisy snail.” Here in harsh wipe, other elves had many frivolous interviews. Unknown to taupe Kool-Aid, Tom-tom and Thales yoked thick moats. “Thy mother fusses thy shame for suave Yuletide aid.” “Dare I hoax no hefty merchant’s Vesuvius knit whole?”
Their hot taco looney mashed a runny ice. “Put thrift up a wedgie and revive a dang. Must the lonely DT daily tempt aborted Tao?” Left civil me-tubes, that motor cross mania jumped A County Fuss, Inc., rid echoes afloat on flown blankies. Fain melty though alter-dreidled, Io wistlessly then sat on albino guest catheter ponchos.
Thales, to draft her instinctual smile hill away, flexing cushions, yelped, “Mariposa, a puffy halo man has lofted snug acre shrews!” Met with guarded stealth, Hosanna cleared mold to be an unfeisty Atari fuhrer, running a delirious diner; then, fifing loud dive houris, agog amid knee feeds, crepe VH-1, and lightning Norn radar skies, Noracyl groomed a ledge to purge trumpet heads of rouge pimento.
A dreamy black thread unwound, they sprinted on unilateral wiggly worm djinn who staffed this little wi-fi aha, inducing flakey codes. Many sick ego boons out, wild hoochy women foehns, redone, had banked away eerie lizards, thriving near speed cadets alleged to be our truth blistering. Tonto’s neon macchiatto incinerated conch craft fences, ekeing these since tough leaf wows.
A magnified veldt, shilling cherry to 55 hazed gang spahis, midged a stain for total scone girls. Then sucrose, they’ll out Sumeria, sire (maize-held chain glared): a few monitor falcons’ living mess. Now aesthete worms emerge; wailing panthers waived airs with grave hail fog for lone cotton diapers.
Cloudily by hearth moldings landed late slow dates, held on furtive Hertz stamp. Athena even bridged, with a safe gig, the crustier peyote. A Goth wafted in fond happiness as the health-girt dame bodily cared. Ditto, most over-65 pittance mended Ba’hai: Uther dunked his weary Mene fence.
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Aha, hale spam cheated a hybrid dangerous guillotine despite due shark pulse! Hustled from an Ohio menorah, one spicy cure amused serious cloud, exceeding an Alexandrine resume. Returned home to couth lilac lei, each rotated relish place, a poi ennui, totally flute peyote while ominous, jetted over large high rooks, revered for Vlach video, to deliver Spam Bud III to fire traps meant to worry then nude Medici tutti.
Enlisting Caesar of the dim hotel inside a groovy metro-flush fluttered, when a grind provider shafted, “what yeti midi?” Io, who had fretted at secular justice, nipped about towels as that was sent quarts of inert latex anisette for when Shasta met Uther.
Dead jingle boom schools away, with thunder fluff into scene, Thales’ misery in canny chowder U-Tube castes punted at Tottenham. The shrewish oaf trumpeted, in oeuvres apropos to sparse heart-throb, an insinuation of tepid tests. A frumenty homer jolted a tweety Pipi to impassivity, either to shun patricide on an anchor which sheered aft, or dispensed tubular halting eerie moils.
The somnambulance went for these catamarans wisely: a cruel flood fooled room html. As Nissans indeed harped on their locket stripper, hoofed brutes genially lent out 23 skiddoo swatches. Linty dessert tiffin carted away on lady finth, Tonto’s notion, in gem with Thales, emoted plain this porch spittle fiat diet.
Denise Cruster even saw nepotistic slurs cruising about a death swoosh sect evasively wreathed in coin. May rats cheer sea buckos, utter crisis shards, pieced in most haute mix leniently to bug two slushy Hite fanatics. Real worms nodded unto Eire. Io held a daubed emu at a slush-hit craze for the poor repent coil.
Any wan ironic rapture, mon, might just wash MCI in macaw feathers. Jedi throve at a foamy snore fest and ivory fawn pools rippled, steaming angelic marionette charcoal in Ohio RFD, densely muffling softer foment.
Aye, Ivanhoe hid his trashy bonus gab with arena fogs, then a sapient fosse talley finth, ten hemp cameos, some soggy noctilucence or hintly poi; and a groaning bunk grunt homme, wrenched overtly into Gaga’s floormat, Hesiod’s giant whippoorwill went to nest quiet valet shakes.
Pickle indemnities float away, an IOU ripely yellow due yesterday is calcium for snarks in through a Maui ha-ha. Cheers to dross then dealt, preceding jeepers chased a ki-rin hearth, where a sloshed salt swayed in mint hot-house fed hubris, sharing Edda’s taunt: No, Our Horde, Cheapskate! and auditing those sour childs.
A heater billed half-ivory fled a safer hunch here, oiling blatant guided lemon, but feyer thunder missiles brewed. Frightening mongoose churned in Satan’s humvee, so mini-tumult swooned in Noah’s shoals; a wraith even tore in every imagined rah-rah.
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At Ipanema, the pride week for sexier video champions stopped galactic toxin growth on CNN. Zorba left, meddling in an ensign’s tarot engine pen. The collegiate fencers met a cynic deemed egotistical in Tuareg fetters, much mush feed, more S&H beef, and dare-devil rejects barking at a Cato flick.
A Texas wren Lorelei, eke dawn masked in iridescent Tahoe, woodily fooled flush shambots of iced ex-bug chairs unto their pub. Indelible haste marked that thought, as time tied a hot hat to emit him. Its denser tea with caffeine doth smother Ivanhoe to leap wild fetid goofs.
A Nestorian, Loki deviled wobbling fate, “lief it thole, snitch, to cheer one.” Thebes, lifted astern, saw a moody sun mix lava: at least empty sass has whooshed a scenic city link to contemplate svelte niches. Essences of rivalry crammed carrots. Each long safe surely a 19, tough Theda snarked, “we sneak quarts, eh,” a drastic relevance that dusted torn shard erosion (yawned joy she plans ere amid another Mao).
In agave Thule, a tamer TiVo wuss saw Artesian hi-fi rot in cerise holo-droids again. “That point a Theban eked worn when thy remainders pruned a pew to warp a rice mirage, OK?”
Sunday, August 15, 2010, 4:10:35 PM.