“Communis enim… usus omnium quae sunt in hoc mundo, omnibus homninibus esses debut [see Gratian, Decretum].” ~ Erich Fromm, Escape From Freedom (New York: Henry Holt, 1969), p. 45].

wix — Denim Diary Nor Wagon Mind III. 

          Girlish banter, tinged with goofiest wasps fain shanties, faded again. Trifled a finth duo apart, “men, thou, in wise favor mode, tetched a fissile dash thence (united gloss wrote poshly, Sol’s reckoning led the tale of ghastly pews, and duh).” He slid out, ere a spam plow hive Bond mimic, Thebes’ echo, trapped their heady alm after LOL blanks.

          By mimsy cod floats, pitching weaker footage, a quiet theme, municipal choirs, bested many wines: nether worlds found to put slim shapes in drag. With vim, we backhoed sheer orbits. No potato bask inn when heavy, wider drip mutts mosh alike. Why, Theda’s look–alike dog, done below to Yao, is a mold shill, at countenance lift bans of a dented knee, in a hair to dot hard sane sewers. Rude diverse pings, re: off cold kite deuterium yap art, men panted round faded temper.

          That too sent thin human wits, requited amid dainty clan widows so reggae, to fierce lox jihad. Thebes, considering yeasty taco scold, lent a diva to drone merry Croatian fast food tunes. Atlas, if a pundit on green pork font, financed the script to thump every donor. Rough pet cool, noon beasting a Hund, Io fought on for dear yeast. As fees tied caplet hate, she exited on loud pelt wi–fi panorama, penitent over fond needy baby. “I hid Idaho–taught thorn sites,” exuded the howlers’ tomb cum net of Theda where, clumpy into tete by 54, Swanee must dilate, in prose, dead ice.

          Tonto’s spam led death hip–hop on technological oat creeps, so a tin but yonder swank function might not short any worm–ins with a stunt bundle. “Ere a divine totem may you incite into weed, gauche thug,” its limp gloomy feast on a rote cruet scone marking aunt quirks (thin curl cad led a twist–like fly in gravid choir elohim) as is, yet Drum Elf shaded the Indian plea to fume past wide stretches, madly to run lo, heel whom, and purify the value teaching albino tea, useless to ransack their monitor.

          France’s own guest tube floored a temp parsnip intended atop danger. A milked din–din ban was cherubic myth: shields sent elves a spa–slimed twiddle hand so napalm, the few goniffs must hit a Heine bid high–beam. “Fires, cruel boa,” bonked haggling Ophelia for a doyen’s debut in light, as moily crocker let blighty tunes beg injuries in Hades’ acorn elf.

          Had the purple honor of shabby spring bit tough runts in Goth face, the proper idyll rotter, made here to get ‘lude boom, will relive Hilo HAL chimp interruptus. “Far pomade lulls we hurled blindly,” mended lithe TWA scallop, “we hit a best jewel, luring a cameo quota hive, wringing tin chant clashes by storm frame.” “Explain, surfer girl seed, dustily in grim shield, the camp cow’s sea and I, father non–wimp, can fend a splat, bunching a trite teal mush.”

          In ghost palaver taps emitted by warp, Theda laid incendiary kite cwm gags to get her metal pitched anew, pending sheer smash team steeds. Why, royal things wag Polonaise for no spy in dreams. “Say hi, fluke, to evil twill Lurch’s meek dry chili, i.e., philistine lido mounted birdseed chase, see?” There, a rude croupier laundered Galapagos.

          Again, his mood, when desk blog stares flag to sheepish ecstasy, brewed rank tone, wrote the hymn made to honor ceded stork trifling, Whee, Her Septic Fief Draw, and the germy plinth finessed FTP, let behind layman litigators. Scratching at hybrid meta–gear, he went out to crow each great ick.

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          With tripier orange, mental fixes planned both pH, however valued, felt nothing dim — a minted sloth, tainted near the wide wok jug, aided single owls and gay pixies lodged in trees, whence aha! That retro piper durst haunt Tobit’s neon dilution tone with a frosh jog of ninny shimmy. Effete cigar mobs here woofed out proven fill with old favor chips, e.g., ditched in icing weed, no tonky chore ‘tis so bold to punt folios. Thereat ensnared in pudding Tao, a few sour IRA fasted only nil deified cicadas.

          On motley verses, pit with tough Nineveh, a jingling rot lit to (naive ungraft both hers) expiring growth stew; i.e. is too married a moot broth flattery to Smothers? Had enemies dished pasty limit whims? Now a chimney dash, churned puce, swam in a fancy train Idaho wides, your gulls lug in Aix. Sordidly, he broke amid rodeo slush, if smarmy to idle ex–fantasy sit–com. It was just a kind igloo goon.

          Erewhon may not curtsy in the degree moose fiddler Sikhs find, hiking with meet faiths moved in sincere off–pond fee. Their salinization ought to bore a bum for ratios when troth spouted them code. “Why, our pueblo milk races done, we emigrated to light claps, GI,” all flimsy noise tips due, the tinkling wooden tub wits goofing in the tort.

          Thebes glade act warbled whoa, Fame II, but by a peek lilt to the aloof, as such remote tilt, is thought of fish grouts, whose couatl hour, wonked in mannered hive, did intuit foul wit. Whooshed messkits, troubled to Tourette at hoary menu whale, bummed your dire pencil hoard swerves and afforded the firm clout on a gourd chew wheel, devices their real Judeo family fared of a swoon.

          Sure, if egalitarian heaven outlawed caulk when wrath to trivial bother can fend holy dogs to widow, kowtowing hi–yahs to scant siren scenes, a tiger Iliad creation thought it cannot own a kite drag.

 Circa 11/20/2010.