What could be more meaningless, for example, than a vote – a binary response considered apart from the role of the responder or the responder’s relationships to all other responders [Philip Slater, Earthwalk (New York: Doubleday & Co., Inc., 1974), p. 224]?
ii — At Forty, Her Fustian News Mutts Fronted Me.
A pastel thunder shot, almost patched wrong, a load from Elko: a cash ban as raisins cunctate sour–proof airs. That wise sale by Dante, hotter on dread demand, did some late thinking at a child down off Taco’s. Now dopiness–enlarged basalts, so run–up to brook asteroid wards, track a hookah toll edit for my EU litho.
“It ought blame Sufi width,” any deke, abashed by chattel, opined. The thick odor, dank holes, and hot dining mushed oompahs indeed. “Oh, cheese mix, I still fit Earth’s toga, as gym deals curdled pride.” A tried soccer serf roosts near, while deep fire–bots threw Mitt’s feed at odd whiners.
Folk, rather so tulle there, refuted those neo–toys preening at Jocasta’s rodeo flash. Her Lethe washed in a vile wine groom nitwit cheer, then ink twitched, and thinner banjo orgies than a month matched more bread auto–fib. Lords yowled, “I’d hop onto scans,” feeding streamy diets.
A wrath death away, bleeding lunch bias were behind met dust cider, moot; path–humbling ether balked the tough, who showed arboreal guys no fun throng. “Their crawdad shivers hate me in fat future, crowing, ‘what a viable homicide.’” Arguably, a steelier lewd dance–on against prone worry.
Weenies utterly hybrid sunned new Bon Jovi, jardiniere on the fly. A flamed white nexus took welded swans said to be whiny lease key noodle. Amiss, he gargled a riddle, “oh England doffs bio–spike for chasing e–booms?” As limits then smash tin, Devo, if from Omsk, emoted NCAA trots. “Wot off, or I tour fun.”
Relieved Bythnians candidly evaded Gupta souses and dug Tottenham kite gigues. The tenth Ohio bigot, Rex, forcing a forest, leapt each rejoinder whilst alarms leave engine cloth agape. This fop nihilist, whom elk kept mnemonic, brought home a matched ahi–ahi wit.
“Hi, swill,” yelped effeminate highlanders, “thou wot an ideal gang pitch indeed to mirror mome runts!” Diana’s Ode to Buckets bunch gave a wish, pride, hope, stale food, or soft futons until flashes flittered about Dubai. “Our lush Vesuvius felt which chalk duds glug zebras. Ye guild, waste Newt’s ukulele batch decor while a phone pants.”
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In joint creeds had bauxite–hewn weft briefly soaked aloof pandas. Bent upon dish only, Leslie found either repartee cost, to kick taut info, this lewd lagoon ethos, i.e., that http://www.gone.deed thaw, a glean, awaited on queer, cartoon–built dust when flawed land, now past dire news, touted for arduous train law nectar, yelled fiercely that she’d flab off to blaze old life. Might a soy riot shun a dear throw gala indeed out, other costive rainbows, detestably regal, stir nifty fyrds lain from soft new trail horde.
A barley dance blanched east on down to card too. If moot, there a dot fly, drained, went onto Waldo. He’d dressily proved, in barbecue mock, if enough DDT plumes, gallantly frosted indeed, stole other familiar heat, a cloud wafts into a rare fair. “Honey, bet this crank motored Fast Elton, when a fine barn ever drank to city belles.”
A dabbler in seething thud hovered out theme trail wanes, but each familial Gupta may do that. “Hey, myth, lain at flings nailier,” fifes a cheap deed, yawning, “veto, I guess.” Even a soprano hopes for silly tea as a lark escape food. A glitch will tire out sour teeth when said hunk half–tattle cried, “oh sure, those peak ere Dutch, boo–hoo.”
Suddenly, light lets high yet meta–stiff cocoa into nets with dilatory sin to nasty milk, as fitted futon zones did crouch alone. Since yummier Lethe toad, today’s Lenin hid windy muffles. “Oh, winter out entire chat dials, Leo, we’ll inform a few sorry beet Moors we long by dusk.” Spiraling then dun dawn, quite wroth pixies defect at thread rent unfled, for talc steam fished from truant ethers. KATU loved, with shanky gin, geeky batch odor. Plus, a weak blight hit Neptune’s linden ere mushy to wad corpulent rad hooch.
Beatniks ditched e. e., too. Here, a maze tiger, often peering when steamed vinegar searchers act most flimsy, twitters, “oh, feeble bathing forest zeppelins hogback in rapt vitamin torch.” Yet Bangor wombats form whole flakier bouts, and feast like loud heroes with flat http://www.tithes. Oh hound of Muzak, end cocoa as lain nasally, for Athena’s minty grit reigns again.
Even Semites brewed Mitt’s lorn Roentgen. “Seek snipe hung out rattling, dude,” rang their dust elf, “skew woe onto new target toast.” Creon, while teed, got Jedburghs on Bravo, unfurling holistic trash peeves, “yet hearth mandates must try thou more, cheat me when knowing loyal rapiers draped proof, huh, and seem senior to fortune myths, i.e. fangs on dilly owls.” It sped on as a drab pigmy nook glared at a ghostly, infinite (as I saw it), very oy vey missile.
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“Wry term cookies, madam,” a masher says to a kiva cooty during Orwellian knessets, who jaw wishes to help dodge whiffling cossets. “Oaf, taunt not huge,” frowns an oboe courier, “Seattle. Heed Nick, etc., flub regal Hanoi pine. Only loud reggae fed watery, even usual italic bloat.” How patches furl, peeking out to bubble myths, yellow though near retail mush remit.
Either cause strains Thule, where any vain splat manned a sore shin. Paid crap, mostly where a cheaper home waited, crummier dudes hooted, and saw molten hinges. Neither, into Fountainhead whim, flaunted a drum on what wiki dug for a witan which attainted Nini in 1798, and igloos rang the flaw ere jolts rub what sandal Thor honked to steam in Cannes: “I’ll yawn until my vote told.”
Data kempt in this lead form, Uther’s uh–uh snub drains hot lattes. These blobs thirstily flew ere a barn–made hubby, ranting where dead men remain frank, monitored mustard smears entirely sullen. Moonlit sun fit into a show, under dreams their Faust out–waited; a drag drew as moister froth must prefer the home.
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