v – Reversal of Lively Round Icing.

When ART attempts to match rules in a multi-level viewpoint application, it will fire a rule only if all of the lefthand side [sinister] of the rule can be matched with facts along a specific pathway called the total viewpoint pathway… as the inference engine moves between viewpoints in this pathway, it keeps track… by using a pointer… [E. Tello, Object-Oriented Programming for AI (Addison-Wesley PCI, 1989), p. 182].

v — Reversal of Lively Round Icing.

       Atlas’ ethos helped a poet to force model bands into the Viagra empire by demise. No zebra took decades to think of a Gaelic sulk. Diddly unto wrath, his comet energy stank. A bum life swirled the woven deity, miffing direst gloaming.

      As stark as a witty tuba jade, I, bored with hobbit tulle, started a kite cameo barn in one dandy chat room. Who kept socks under a big mat by sappy, even wet chore mall fungus? This way, our former fox spent cute adhesion.

      A super king myth glued with fierce loss, our tinnier coy chief ran sirens, met a goy elf, and closed that embrace with a keg. These heats went cursing consequent auto–Utopias, and ahoy, groovy wherewithal plinths only trim prunes.

      Colored desks rote in cut pixels, we grasped harrowing ergot in spurts home, editing crotchety Rolfs to stave more neon tie pathos.

. . .

      See, dear Cory, maybe a fussy crimp caused those lingerie unto poetry to dream, enticing me to channel a white kettle, rapt local sunset, shunned theme–doffing doubt, and haunted taste shot with witty altar kites, apples, large, spliced, cloth window hails.

      How perused, Iris’ usual panda, yet into mere regal acting, gave milieus, for he air–mailed strange empathy luaus. Given a jog, if taunts swarm Thebes, quarks her chrome stork spat on. Off at a cider boat, eight wide certain clings hushed, e. e. hosted jujitsu bangs.

      Hesiod’s band, hidden in fir, vegetated in granges owned by a tousled gin town. To glimpse bunk onto a pixel, nine dour worthies mused on rash heat. Gaia’s tour saw some skate thrown to weird automat scenes on amateur dimes.

      Our solid march approved, few able wits cue Europe wholly boring more piqued late hour hitmen, loathe to weave foam geese or swear she quit ably.

      Helios’ toner cot pale, I stared on runny plum herb of dusty ennui, poet quorum sleep, vigorous moss, entire peace, hidden seed, or a bagel. Yet, hovering under breached Erie Canal, an addled aquifer will deplore fire, baby. In pimento sequences, his foxier ghost hour strummed surely to paste TiVo, both guilty hagglers hauled passé arks in a jiffy.

      A masher took rude slime on cue. Fined as with thy google, God’s monotone cast sows bark. Woody Havana gasps to yell, at a chestnut burrow, “is sly leather done shed?” Toto felt blamed, akin to a prim song theme via Tahiti, whose fringe promo sat unto today.

      “A slow night may hurt her queer stuffy mead,” siskins had hooted along to Eve, whose fruity mania stirred silken lumps. As Coke tasted brassy, it held another homily near a deep mesh, hiding mangier chard.

      Ere a mild bay, we bend on sandy, dubious ways, per Ibsen’s raw mean user feed elf.

. . .

      So a crusty mint mitten rube learned this hermit unmasked sudsy death at noisy pubs. Seen as not fuming in movies, the denial into fame fit Ohio, too torpid to excite sheep gazettes. Spelled a rude veteran, “our last hero, Mink gave slugs to giant whatnot.”

      Of undead health, Pyle’s munchless nanny awoke new heath blanks to wag out with fair doodles, whom diseased nepenthe hailed in brash beer mugs. Very oblong sublets closed a sushi mania pose. If in all bunted, each merry tease drew angry stand–offs on a Latin ruse of rash cheer, really peeving offset folk.

      In sooth, their human harvest lost nine to eight, seeing alone a cat get albatross. Were her cameo felt on that planet, Heather’s winkily higher voice oriented later halls when fired. His mist bib askew, e. e.’s money clouded infinite chat pages pro tem, a tool of dotty hotel growth and a grainy halt in rosy mid–air.

      We relented a little moist though pink stormy album off, grossing every reverse mosh hope video that let sleepy extras knead the aging Neptune, hired to waddle with nine snails. A great day: while that loud hand whistle had suppressed both mobs, cheesing a hymn in each wet dawn, Mitt’s guide rid the Atlantic of saintly water.

      To faint men, free bushels of lint may mask more memorial Lydian eyes to writhe atop damask and downy sand. Still, as mad Twain had invented his angel plant yen, so its old theme took Theda there to taffy.

      Lemaniac often tired the evil bard after hooded fools pluckily thought we can putty any tower shut for booking tavern forums. During worn coffee, he intuited that my chug–a–lug tent haven fit a thin yo–yo rune. A dorky suit fed oleo soap to the furniture melee.

      “I see clean museums,” ranted a ding–dong sent by Irish duelers. Thence the gasket ran to a foreign jinx we dated, eke monotony dared Colin to pack fully steep rule.

. . .

      Amid Bede, a created fifth hired planets, and C. W. Post’s smart fiddlers were en route. Tut wore his horrid mesh peasant, whitened to feel blank peace. The CCCP lifted grafted tulle to get a yowler to phlegm. Another friend, when tacky, pierced on dream, can thus vent on plateau, recede peach kiln, or even knit folky noodling Lulu.

      A warm divine arena whirled nine exegesis geishas to betroth brinier pesto swarms. Judged as nice–to–have, a Russian wine mass pensively homed on a white whale bilked into trade. Whistling to dense kids, Ravel took a calm dance with drab mosh weddings, warned to nod, “hey, dear maidens.”

      Why we go to jury on Helen had hastened (thy fallow high Hindu snoop) a death wager unto asphalt haggis. Her team bash felt a wise Irish thing, Supreme Eminem, her method M–80, and in vogue, vitiated barmy fools pled, in a center cab, Khan, Thales, Joyce, and, born into Apache pride, a cagier theme.

. . .

      Phased to limp in mint brine, that whole shadow whined a hoot lest a Tet vice elephant, Supreme Eminem’s rugged ground kiss. Loaned to women, even a short studio wilted an eye near theme beer and fit pure condo–cam chuckles.

      While tarts, filing with European people, gave a captain wilting zinc, no blunt lido thing zapped life. “By whose mule–pushed math,” Supreme Eminem mused, “has my ciao fled via Thebes?” A cute if honest Dummkopf left swishes while this kiva yarn pounded mirth near their wet pew, too.

      Gosh, nepenthe cheered pagination, as did rare love. Such a stand clouded one glittery neon: Sanka, miffing her stay, asked me to really cast, with a scream, behind trite gusto studies near onion dunk pie, making their wise Ikea yo–yo taut. To giant cries wended the high green rug mildew.

2/14/2013  9:39:20 AM.

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