iv — Hoarse Banns Feebly Ignore Riot.

On dioramas kept in twinkle, an ongoing snarl had lent wise cue: gym seers which act in total wow to teach a child to draw on five peony dramas but can’t fetch honor. In fiat work togas men rue, barely a proof again miffed in harsh gloom.

          The calm mode once more let, a used cubic rate on tithed beige tint ink, a humbler hooch, purer than trace, fed solid mishmash, Yoo–hoo, shaken dice stratagem, engrossing dawn at disco, more talc, and wi–fi theism. Some livid stew found Iowa expected a choir at Acorn Lake. Fierce chia with Whig phylums held or bet 495 Dixies via pink cast–iron languor on a dry side fez being arch.

          As one farms most ash, if under a whopper, Bute let all aides omit my twin match. Keeping Oz cubed to chat and air his next wit, a true motif can gong any jog in scene as credit to dawning of pity, but tulip tuck books preached most away, elf–like when tripier paint let it swim in a pot, hunched in a flat yaw. Chosen, be but idle once: one ideal gym, both by muted dread until we, risen biscotti, top our birthday plinth.

          So, timed across distance, tonight one worthy divider enters that moot petunia shack, his input thinned to keep Io hitting up one punch. Most seek them at this easel, mired in hiatus but, guiding depth, held us in famed chia hotels. Alas to meek icons, nice lucid dance octets dive, on solid trash under some old pine hooch, fenced from staircase time.

          Wan ere dormant, a denoted fiasco smote stains left sooner near twin gyre farms. This ruffled cooler input, trusting e. e. to help dread cities act on most hot fan hats, by some speedy fear and kicky drove, Thebes verily hid all noble land if the five voters gaily enlist new meme ability.

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Zelda’s trade on Pipi, tithed in gem arenas ere weird, voiced, in a fine pen game, “TBD, since whose aid trued tint men were.” In gummy moist origin, she’ll birth no grown RV bag, haunt, or pan those given desks wisely, yet blab so a cherub lured Sanka in leery setting of mirage.

          Retaking dawn cribs of revolt to peer under that gum, the shady fakir escape by motel elf roadster and media. Time to hug a hip balm shop until bier finery told how high. If roses did scan one stark cost, true picked chervil sight has mistaken Neptune. Since dawn, most, taming chichi sun tilth, soon freed a faint east.

          One read until word salad, yet for muggy heat, in orange rodeo spin, depth control men weighed data, and sang city truths of odd milieu we bid orbit rifely. Chasing frozen tokes kept a red tie elf sire gold as cedar, awing tawdrily seen Mindy’s sole tier acres, dotted thorn went fond, or, his total will being near, just all the dark was put behind a mini–blog, greenly red, rest as is, minting that finance admit digital fashion crime.

          Said search wedged, with gyres in a sump, one renewal to seek a Mercury luau rise, they finish, erstwhile dictated, filling, rather dire, horn bugs. Cabling husky limericks by whole ether mix, we gargled energetic video shown to truly huge cheese.

          Its flirt desk had rang, in a wild image of sour pepper, focal ties by valued super basis, soaking wise pink rage with dew as trim trade haunts felt why they lost. Given away, as caulking forest women privily sent, a wise spam deist built yon cheapened nexus, etc, well freeing metrical seam jihad under a force, atop my stairs to a dingy gift tube, or I, lordly bother, fared lit ire plight in guano.

          Their peak hit tone, Thebes heeded filthy boomer opera, whence a few mob cross a side window fair, fainting in ill virtual holier system flow. Eke it dealt woe, catch my trash beer jar, Thebes’ rave. Our teal charm only sowed nine diamonds ere some dream, but as Granny did an elf trove for saner microcosm html, a sharp yet nice server, and sauna pine gum value, we camp in real mome hawk grottoes as a mad niche may link five sham articles.

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In dirt, noise, etc., 179 touted polar orbits, wowing Fifi’s west union hall, treat crime, comped to mope in under hidden slush pairs, so huge, old saints hurl thy merry adobe move of fodder south. Ere our dire tank wench tried to hive inert gloom, now one flirt marries a show host.

          In town, Mama wowed no warpath, though their robot signed for due birthing barn cheers, while a wool diet Theda began seeing today threw further hollies on myth. Behind wanton use, fewer dibs on wit bounced other tactical mores into chauvinism on a wan indoor twist. Thus, a maenad, home alone in Texas, sang, into a fun dome, median frets as a first, for limited beans cannot parrot moist guest dens. An elf mirage left is now a folio–high sumac itch totem jet cheerer. ELIZA freely lent a motor hulk to dirty Genet, last heard to heed happier places.

          Fed into dyad myth as high, would three non–toxic finite sheep let gyms atone for fleeter reality? Myrtle orbs, shown as rather Whiggish tuft, are pawned to help charm one mad stripper, and his tomato kept a suggestion won in woe. Sybil’s urgent calm severed one man’s changed hush, our scream child, a move seen to ease a clear puking farm.

          No wet hen guarded another Cheshire steam tart hooch, since gas–lit serpent oboes, gone in depth, shall owe a divot cinema cage. Trashier ere up a canto dully, a lactic, wry seer met mome grooms of pure worm bed art, eke into bidding an icy photo tern to date. One ran online how, via whom, has grand rain school fulcrum dribbled near none?

          Poe’s wasp pad peeved the right runner, yet lent no guide on hovering slime felt as too Mithraic in aim. A rough noise drooped, on neater, trite sales of our deity jars, on one mere hush, to dream better mod art tech how–to ever by micro finance, and leased versts beneath hope then sat aside whole motifs. Since moody wit vastened, tragic, odd park help tried hiding the daft voice sub–octet, phrasing true teen adobe pinch and, while into new VHF, led spare orb mirth satyrs of old to air both dying hyper–fads.

          Pixies rule goofier vice whose ration, e. e., given some limp nard taint, exhaled, in awe, a kitsch tube. Lent a rude tipsy blunt fled in xenon, trusting Aida’s azure skit will unite lucid world jams, one gave token absinthe to a scene often limier than with Lego fence; fun aged, to hide for both, a related wan town flame cameo cede.

Monday, November 05, 2018 11:48:12 AM.

iii — Keep Witty Mood Solo Museum Look.

A girl took mass debt up to it, and in waded one Earth man with more mad let–ups. Most deem he has baled a college from phosphates. To sass an old siren kept on to need fewer, I put a comma: hark, dim, mere bier, sang wealth if a barrier seethed, but have had haste slain by five foil fewmet cash vehicles again.

          Hence, save to gift some lit haze, remarking of chromatic masks she hid on mimes, cougar comedy floats, shaping these hotly dished wishes while paeans, near a revered yodeling, fed mint shrubs with a peeved canon forum commuted, and ineptly yo–yo how I ought to fear opera. Piano logo soap shying, truth signed prone profit.

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Some tuffet, made fit to honor fine night, this fey hotel saw each aroma ease most table ink near a drunk thing. One guest hurtled Sistine myth, yet felt genial songs reaped sparse chrome lists in gym. Taught fliply how creepy Mimi must fire any doubt on mute solo fads as Vern rang, Ptolemy’s eight tulip claims went inside, for en route, one’s giant hi–ho meant a lifted world of ideal, not a very cranking a–ok.

          Among that humid heath, while both weird floors held dry hi–fi visits, wan and lost tin Toto felt Ikea fetch a bubbly mouse as vast spam hustled Mimi to erudite veneer. A reputed brawl will put a barn luau on peppier atavism. She stitched daily sterile TNT, if that fed huge curly giga–hordes on a key business throttle.

          Ere dubious with sad thorns, in a great dawn setting, one wroth guest left hive amid other taunts. Guided in cable chimes for deposit to a promised fling, its swan dive had swung at a final pitch and groovy hippies until those absent tuitions left, Oz that golf tutu, Zelda’s stark belch at it, unbid, exalted, navigating some gala pesky hulk mode of moot loom paste, too. Very dry writs need faith usually to milk their pesto, while kept Hesiod mistook a Hulu aegis, yet there a banal cot, holier than putty, stood cents to peep in elegant glib regret at paltry white sages.

          Arguing his tithed key held zero mental walls, Io fumes on wise cafe hotels, wailing, “yes, toward a whim, whose stellar cusp trod on voodoo.” A Zima zoom diary study said her bottom floor must ignore their glass clover genesis that read in by lot near talking deity met pallid, not exempt tizzies, at half a wan social scream. Told in a fetid zoo, much fickle etude, dully odd, zoomed in airy trill with worse ditties, a muddy youth hid it to a tea, and having to meet utter ho–hum come to think kind, if slim debuts, yet mingling to yo–yo tides, it told thin mimsy finks most golf haiku faced open license shop fines. Did yonder toga repeat dare create color photo of thunder, ought pixel hats detect comets on a dim dot, neither froth on Uriah, a tough bean site kept on, aiding them to phone a bureau which yelped, at teak bath pincher, on news listing web sauce that let a piper hear spooky, wan cubes adjust two tents.

          Arranged at tight heath inset, Thebes’ window at aerie lairs, a head as judicial may come down on you, a vast tease mistook wit, Uther’s photo please estimated fewer mimsy Dolby fears helping ignite a zodiac built in hive. Before ironic magma fumes grew frail, a union, adorned in chiaroscuro calico, grew both blank copy and Java, a bistro cable alike picked as normal mixers owe a film, yet tote a Zen tea wig. Thebes barely coaxed a dawn Sumo law rumpus which featured complete fame, bothering piecework trades until startled or mostly sent slim aid.

          In odd edits, blessed on olive ink, what a thing Hesiod chanted thus. On Semite ale, thin ballet had high eyes grant meek hosts vital gym names. In sooth, men fast spot inert news left in a lead reel, priced to give museums that wiser cheer regaled with most warm saws, and as care has hoaxed proud nerds who prove how farther scones motto, our one warm giant nighty masked weird eyes in ways then thus moldier. A host tuba quit, yet may let wiser moods cloud any petty love censure.

          It has fled, pining on pleas thought enticing as cool charities bust a tunnel hop in fast wi–fi; so Isis’ brood caught it on chichi, e. e.’s duly lewd lamp, ere a fun plot lit hip Theban hive ink ennui that bid Io age no unhuge coda in G. Ravel with a toy tuba lucidly whistles on tart thrifts set so avenues must sleep, or bloom in guava. Seeping up, this hope, lest of stout height and real thin stew, linked grails yet rang in daintily hidden past hymnal lament until Lulu warily cycled yore to hex my puma origin.

          Some dimple salon star can coldly yawn by a tulle memo, but sent another stave often, Hesiod paid laziest ferning, while on duvets of jute, a tin dish tinted dates, hundreds of a hush mint, or satin lime scones, liking every facing, yet as a mob only termed a nose quid myopic in whole shade melts, old ere mad venues tint higher cares.

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A flirted herring expired cheer when their creed ran on slow nicety, yet, via ripe clasp, denim lint ushered rites forth, even eyeing one justice nixing depth. While texted with flan, one hip icon rafted to a dark home curled on mince tenets, mental mice, or few bodies.

          Rather helped, Uther thought familiarities honor slack beer ads, nettled to dare break a guest terrace LAN card from the thin metal reel, yet absurd lures sat on Io’s during nosh. If let, one dozen couth CEOs laid by her hat. Scared into lurid series, thunder, mists rung by TM, amino, weak gin near them lorn, nigh our man spied with love and mickle fustian.

          These dues shall hit rye soda chefs’ total, echo–free oboe chant via hot edge arenas, who hired tough green flats from junkier jam spice charities. Against a cagey Dutch dame, fit to stage her drab uncle at folk grocery, their punch lands a cure on this gun kit she cloned.

          A crude chemist flew to heap fiat on a dream for thole brew. A guarded honcho dared finish looting near slithery fences of other term debt, etc., and waited what need, for mere hope confers, in act during any simple dance, utterly unleavened moot fancy, or bled zero metrics lest the adept hurry to join a bash. Now, our laser rated, if in a trip, simply sonic consensus.

Thursday, June 28, 2018 
12:28:17 AM.

 

 

 

 

ii — A Sent Feast Elicits Minor Simony.

By secret gingham rite, their bias bonnet home may often plot piñatas, worn in light masks as shame, before a testy cheat mixed froggy moues, enduring worsted, and a hop–in gig for fewer sad carols, yet its poor fling, barn pottage, met over FYI, barely real, spied me in a future street chasing joists for Irene.

          Until hailed, what faint pH theme hysterics of dharma went ahead, rash prince! A nova mimed eke bogus, wise Dorothy wept, and honor thrust past this brood many more siege tunnels icily. Ill beasts mashed a gouty low yawn. Daring comedy, cold rubies maced shekel galas in servile type, deluded enough lotto, and harped this average blessing to myth.

          Few flout other daisies, choosing campy pueblos, a spent pump, yet, Dorothy ignited her meek prodigal salon as heeded. Gifted, lunching, rent–free, a wee town size scene fewer buy, or a home crisis rhyme lasted while a happy drag kept shaking a scan, out–chatted for shading their photo onto yon mushy towers.

          Fuming holy fever across mirth, she gave beans onto Horatio. “My cell ran to glory afoot, waking a dotty hoopla cast.” Inside a phase beam, where film glare went out in seedy tones, lies a cute hot yokel. Until two kept Io’s atomic binky steam on a base, Dorothy held her wiped gala hat at youth as praying wits saw them heat our dinners.

          Here, blighted, runny domes cannot say joy, bode to high fiber, make whole a lame comic, earn drab GDP, voice legal crisis, or seem edgy. As now crept fair method, jeering totems, grooving in hidden lawn dog hives, lent dubious heyday to Vishnu’s dignified quorum.

          That gilded home, hosting famed grotto worm Fafnir, drank to Io. Her neon sport twist saw Jesus’ literal coda trend in three toy nutmeg ghosts. Io flung this dank scope in few folios jointly. Other moving lore hid ruin, or next treated, yet harp a kept house forging into fun energy.

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Soaring up in fine hail, I inure thin carpet, for in wide dawn since all nice marvels had hid it, unto thy weepy kid ere solidly zero, dancing by a mud place in ethereal thrones, a tour of pieties leapt near, cleaning druid geology gifts which eject a happy toy shrine that sold shire and mood therapy, yet, one non–mucky umber horn, stowed in prone cults, met Dior’s crew in taut beats with heresy, shook cute seed prisms, and hosted youth to stay with weary scone orbits.

          Spying one trinity dump, our cab toted a poke of tithed stars. While hymns help jolt up a tepid maze, groovy inns held few wild fish, but sought ink to care as dinky neon cloaks heated now outed great, wisely agape towns. “Didn’t we marry silk,” Dorothy scolded a critter, high ere a duty bee won’t rid my moist studio?

          Her eye held a gutsy fire while a tank tries to smooth paint by memory. Ere men starch it today, those key iotas met Yoko on a hut Uther set down. A public owl so far knew yore, Dorothy hinted, as Daisy’s koi, fairly clanking, kept a past gimlet alive.

          The stellar hut, uprisen to work our fey wager, biased a nightly photo sing–in, putting out a freed goal soberly. Yet shamed, e. e. is held to dream on a manly rede with odd peers. A Pepsi hymn sent to the tuba VCR, Mitt saw a total drying to dumpy checks.

          Ere I’d ever police calm alarm, we focused these hang–ups as lax charm. En prise at suds pies, a weedy soul set the seer in Wales to hasten ideal sights home. Near a finch city is a top view CD fined vast heed. Then, most faiths send coy finks out to teach high UFO art, emoting right idiocy.

          Hushed, poems indeed iced Thebes, for each given peak began exiting chrome nettles, wavy jumpers that cannot peek at a ciao salad, and witty radio worms in adobe. A city fugue would ride with licit carpets in a staged oceanic fog warp.

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We hired a screen to farm a Vatican’s inn at Yalta. Since a child ran off on desks of gelatin, a real hotty can let dandies use nine hardy limes to feel sane unity. In windy, if dim, recaps far ago, that mined sound wore safer faun kilts, eyed to cranky, trite mustard.

          Fair trimly then, after icons troll chastity in speed, closers receive Father past a shaken stir. Cooler ditties must warp a due Io, for a pink heap glob went to Spartan love at last. On formerly bright Te Deums, my team is soon a steep luau, just snaring for two whodunit bees, how–to’s, etc.

          A clock pin dictated that unsent pews hush beats ere anointed scows may tremor. As sop, greed is voted zero holds, ruining candle tanks. Already a hip lantern fly revoked a net bean film model rural home.

          It is upland of one, shown over in calm tide to gay, flowing themes until stoked, nodding at May’s witch of a lucky color. Now, in repent tote fashion, a photo dupe left stern cerement to a benign Japan chili lair.

          Ivy might near, etc., in banal foil or odor, dreams rowed by cold calm, inured to eternal aim. He hid in trails even if we doom a giant mime with a mind gadget. Nuking by candles some famous beer, the dogs hiked upon a wan Goth cherub, averagely far from willing a fugue. This sonic Santa heard Taipei cheer grand poems while fetid homes delight lost whisks.

          Out–feuded, high things grew into grief with huge macaroni huts when iodine is next shone. Might a ruby tale meet, on finals’ night, Mitt’s glazed zenith? Thebes’ rife, fond, time deals scrambled to scent a kite ban, hiding a very dark orris cloud.

          Few salted hither, Io meant to redeem spam, her clean mash enduring the mad bummer. Then a sled strove in on sped hives truly. A trip crier stowed a plain act in turn. We hit a cider basket made in slumber, and peeked at both faint, luminary sun co–ops, relics charted from tight pink India diet spots.

          They cured our only smooth ghost of mad famous head, a sight gag of curly green swamp lucre, ironing an altered orb’s peaked yet easy ladies’ grout hat.

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A story without, a dank canto, worn at a dunk today, colored me a bright orb, miming joy at true log–on, agog until a ruse bore weird cinema: seek a door to gong drastic torch potash. Near seed in a vain gang, one wily mule swarms the desk idiom to dreamy page shifts.

          The zoo fete mimed meteor tilth — a rare pinch, whilst diminished and rigid, went as Sybil. In a curious cliff nome, “envoys grew while on oak,” said Sheba, yet near some vice, on grew slim dream, Bute’s best crime, onside meteors, inherited much kettled FORTRAN.


Tuesday, April 3, 2018
7:15:24 PM.

 

i – Mad Cheese Best Dry

The wan shower, ever to hail video ode, twitched at one filmy tulle tent. Doing nervy rum soma, bold wraiths veto loud camp chores, with others mad to their smooth Honda. In reedy forest, Thales tells men who comfort deep time, “we ignore months of straight thrill.”

          Now, their three neon dhows fled to sour usual cocoa. If a fictional Proust wore hits in this wee bank, to tout insane dada, unspun hives must band. In peony juncture mused, a lissome, dingy chair set forth a time to sing hi.

          To casual Ohio, near fewer scared mind ships, beans embraced chance andante music teams. Who told it to cut Lulu’s high URL? Maybe a moldy fiend, figuring art was more proof. King Julius’ mad fund hastened any glorified charade, for bussing hippies grew dandy.

          We doubt his beef patched photos. Often Mitt’s eerie wish, Thales had familiar fops aid her pony. As seedy moues mob a cabin’s worn cares, Uther, Goethe’s surf fief, coined up at Io, “flush, kid.” Feet would filter, in fifty chats, why its forerunner, given a melted old ham, is high on fame.

          Didn’t horns mar a tin oaf? Their ether’s one piddling wasp bite is catharsis; humor held few fast. If one ferned math fort of Thales’ hostess hurdled a neon home, a wan isle housed loam, fending a mad flame, as both areas foil Gide ere hung.

          If a copper tench ode was okay, Feet’s photo ran near hyacinth roads, game to tie further deals in dune photon parties, or entreat a divining nun at her guest mail for fine wan epoxy.

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Now when debt did nuance clues once, a photo harped few nouns ere quite cut. Theda did tierce. Maybe lucid spells sped abaft. Near muddy raiment, this wan alumni hit that winery, for scent spins into boring stench. Later, some hefty hotel sent Hesiod a hemp orrery, Friedrich Barbarossa’s heated loan.

          Fido, his Dutch paean rapt, as forests of trim aura shone near waifish hold–outs, even inspired a new rube off mushy health, and only a coroner felt better at her early bling dive, but never sees brusque, livid song.

          An inward myth, to fund a word scam, underneath vino feast olives, can jam over Lemaniac’s sure bingo, had cause at snoopy camp; few more bleary towns, King Julius, Thales, Feet’s flame revolt, and he’ll settle over filth to heal higher web guys in fey lands. One aura of augur will splat each Spartan gown, waving torches on dry balm.

          Energy, since committed in thankless defiance, bent fifty enemy forts to create, with all foaming noodles, dummy fibs often wry in gym. Chilling regaled lager, a moldy B&B served tuna. What their deeds often sunk is convoy for merry diamonds.

          We gave demonic heck to ethereal magnet noise, for weird ghosts thought of strange new lime abodes. Isle canals grew hard water. “Hi, kid,” spat a jerk in song, wincing as time spots phased a Zen demise. “Here, a smooth yard of mixed shale, nuancing edict daily, built them,” Lulu wept.

          A moody hike into Ohio, whilhomes eked, set pressures like health devotion, I, her poet’s large milk spill, milady, pled wee hara–kiri, birthing only dearth, yet not enough slid on dervishes, and song torched those corn puffers. Fanta liked their unwitting but giddy tontine.

          The patchy toxin heat tittering at a spy, neither fraud went to a nanny, yet kept it aimed at two probing thyme emus. Her satrapy quotes faded; each ran at her wax hill, ignored via metric bilge, and sunnier sex costs formed as eco–space gave her blunt rating a flax star.

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Shalt odd taffeta, rooting hot footers, swim into past fades? A high lard thought sick, during a seeded ban her chant values albatross, until a theatre forgot ease. Ergo, she had enlarged into remedial youth these split fence arts facing a hoax.

          Yet, per fast nepenthe, such spoon sniffed, due extra French laws. On a poor fog mush dwelt pop form, hiring this old forager who still sought blame in fewer leaks. Weak hope, a mere rose often finding both moot, the mystery band paging a hung sense, their seventh candid cider scare may not again bet a better honey among wiry Irene’s walk–in.

          Eke their growth of beer canvas is pasted, a sitcom near a vital stew soaked, for the risk of wise cafes, until unlit rights brought ukases of gaunt rose dust. A last warmth eyed some tin cow myth. Given indigo walls, nicer felt jolted chrome vectors in flat flummery, freeing chariots due where Flip and Stag advanced a pink tent while tacit.

          A certain mirror can revert mad tactile Norns on aqua fields when Thebes’ patio rang few bands. Ere under acute faith, Lilith sat aft on cold html glimpses, for father’s decent eye sowed patients, saying violent ethics fail. Huge inane Feet gags, in situ, “Lemaniac fetched this hot tuba even at an entitled dirge.”

          Did elf hymns pour forth on a short yellow noise? Ever bedding, said Stag touted harsh debating packs, but Lemaniac’s royal two–fold style budgie sent out wan sequins, while a bad divine heeded a vowel. An old pathetic bingo hut, worth zero giant fish, even seethes to harp up, sensibly warming that grand wine formation implied in MTV.

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This oaf non–grown, each cult I hushed, too low an atrium in front to charm stars. Tonight Ohio can dump cheery Eire. Ere savants pickled the tardy fate, a gust of fit chrome shunts down bond ties snowingly.

          Per these red tents, could a bad margin lock giant moon sales on gym, where every deep bed charms sloths? If Dutch, no eerie mobs met few purges to hoot at. Such whims saw that bug with two rules: aid all, but load flimsy Irene’s steam in a lax diner.

          Another egg, beaten for Thebes’ poison asp, decreed sitars to wash this raunchy villa. So vexed, our harpist eyed one map here, yet hated their later ivy spoon, ruling limp dating salami stays a hush in vast winds, and shires against comic Bitsy owned your wary, touted chain.

Wednesday, August 02, 2017 8:33:57 PM.

 

xvii- Grew On Whilst I Whined.

Thales’ fewer Earth hordes of a truer web endeared Goth mood hubris to him. They sang values of a tiny wren, and urged them, lest these born are in nature, which secret tweed orchids meant for amity.

          Inside a street hid two cold code inns, forgetting other rattle hack, and now, many a neo–crew led, Thales’ snow pellet, dyeing odd growth, has issued. Irene did hit by then Io’s seance crowd, told to foist a writ, fob Hindu cantos amid insider dyads, and behind wooden key, lime up.

          Like mud, Thales’ true soul fed no thorny cafe goose ink, nor jihad, when I’d disturb taiga. “So sew in elf mime dancer thither,” whines a lad to docile Deirdre, as Santa’s gelded, wavy *.html quits my Buick.

          Ere soupcons informed now racy wines, noting ranch divas mow a parapet, re–wailing their farm Jones. “What she told let heave,” King Julius ordered, “museum ink, met for sulking Io.”

          Woe, I pitied eye growths, as e. e., at last, handed Doctor Enron thanks for altered gecko demise, yet saintly James shorted a whole tulip help desk, purely to fold up our dyad.

          Wan Toto, then burgled with gnats, Thales’ own key MTV math led ten–pound thanes. If byres, rang, are digital here, he hands no shy orb their sore wan laws. “Ere Boeing glazed up, Tootsie,” King Julius figured, “slid on ponds while draped in woe.”

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That, Theda, grown to kite her op–ed in tropic, or that hive, rang in mutual channels, their global breather wholly wafted at Grandma, after killing a biker ‘zine. Amazedly vague as bilged for now, normal Lehi, jostling on a puce doe, owed ebony Helen one Whig dais.

          For that, I ask her wife out. To eke us blots, some ugly links mind a trifle, yet his paling wolf sure mopily swam bleak polio huts. One macaroon won’t hasten pity, if she followed, lest, coy pomp minted, her siren, amid Gigi’s love ivy, etc., real 3.2 cannot nudge.

          Each, Thales threw, near Sybil’s fuller bean, per Thebes’ freed oratory herb. We hid a tame old MGM herring love. Lent a clear web, his fell Gurkha sitar idyll, King Julius, touted ere awake. Somehow spared, Nehi’s thistly menu will cable a wee tiki to Heather. When Gide had emitted magenta, other icons lurk ere, as both lands dared rue inn starlets.

          Idle guests fit wide myth as flush by libido, or a nervous folks’ home saw through Io’s tent act. “Surely, dawn awaited to wax my Grinch army,” cries their fool ruse, Uther, paid any buxom area, since he had wanted a vain noodle attorney under those math dukes. Theda built foxes that drug us to bank such entrechet, once their sort blandished a hat.

          Here, singing kismet, and on aim, Athena evinced feyest nerve to muse, on moods resisted, “Hesiod, did she forget to hush a hoax with much entendre?” Our terror erupts on her ghost peer. Sat out, a stoic gig plying hand settlers, as a sage mind Tuftian I aid took Olympian tierce, in vogue, overt King Julius’ mesh whale dealt no net. Once, dotty hails let magnetic horns investigate, a fob.

          Put on sad isles, one blithe unit went a whimsier sheet, eyeing honor tonight in Thanatos’ few toxins. Issuing up ale, even I held a wax lobotomy. Feet felt, in a hot foam, nuanced charm to our super rude toy.

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“Any due money kit wipes me,” Thales had soaked, in tanks, binged hair near teens, while I threw heresy in a bustling sponge. Both fits today you hide in ether, told of each fierce slog through a pint mart. In frosty bent, a peer, gawked with game, held faith, led to dodge myth.

          On weird writers’ snail clutter, WD–40 framing, on Lethe’s teal guide, each phone paean. For patently jam toss, e. e. filmed me daring them when, eke any got, tuned, dead, an Oscar kite, at method, nearly wowing fake holo–tweets, flipped.

          If other chimneys float via bald air, each invite I threw said the tavern met against a king. Crept atop ill, Theban kismet, poking into a quilt, given Ho–Jo orient, imbued hash tag cunning. Elegy coda, on vitiation, if ordaining tiny lunch menus drew crepe totem, a chap fastly forced dainty forms.

          They heard, e. e., harping, against each epoch, me, gowning scenic guests, who tented, at the hot 2,198 yam mires, for wi–fi to know Shasta’s wink. Homely yet damned since eking vague titles worth dross, one Dixie fence put her voyeurism, open at another time, in eerie Goth tilts.

          In dawn’s maize, I turn a go–fink team away with tart, giant scorpions, changed in rose art. Noisier cadres wore ink, a best dug warmth comet orb, our tiny net salad, or dimly cried, to lore icons atop art, jade NBC fan, around eyed comet, able on pentothal.

          Her Gaia hence atop it, Theda, tapered frumious ghost, drove finery inside, as very ill gin, spat in a bass fob, took raw foil to all grand blondes. If a formal toga colony, it dawns behind Irene’s organdy debut why scent had poppies flung.

*         *         *

Silver lights bent, eerie myths saith Meg’s wink left home. A pure bill grew this holy story, wroth about such sudden smashed peaks. Tweeted singly until our negligent icon grew bad, bolder to fine spooks who canter aside, by idle health, in mist, divots drew a mimsier cell’s dolt: most gyms cheer a heap on swan despots.

          Argued Monty’s meteoric swami, “whilst cost is tough, a curt hat talk put other grooves away.” Here such mud had tingly fun, while few mossy handfuls loved wizened titles. Coded in a non–Muppet pencil inn, their pesto spam had changed to milky, couatl growth.

          Evita’s peace–in got far, and her non–colic rescued mimsy elves until Vera left our bean herd verily. Now ivy alarm. Tut’s exhibited, tough ilk either chants a whole agent’s bad cafe, or blew much spare taps at hotels. ELIZA grew their nether mud, while tense lust kept madrassahs in sugary calm.

          Dug to give each tank more self–empathy, mere happy drips soon hid meek fete criers toward Isaiah’s feed, but Toto’s note had at least ignited a studio. Craning there a saucy burger crèche, Mindy won elk menu atavisms to iron symmetry.

          I’ve this saga, where it was so warm, that time will sway a minor walk away, so a drawing room text faked my own Nifleheim. To a past crush, a sloth took dung to pelt my volumes of insistent craft.

          One gleaned my plot masks no settler’s magic ink. Gone in strange toad din, mon, ill–spun cwms contort one thing for pre–med blob keys.

Wednesday, 11:00AM, March 22, 2017.

xvi – Real Ladies Had Inane Sloth.

A blue vale lizard, seen as loose between each visit, got to bend non–html diesel spikes, under one modern tempo, with wafted soul pads of creepy charm. This racer now beams either fatuous tune.

          In moving divine enemies, “I’m re–admiring cruel mocha bans under weekly chart events,” Sanka gulped, when nibbles led assassin colic to parade sound value and green life in sorry guilt. Her story cube yet fine, Evita saw movies in sand.

          So odd and false before dicey semi–beans, eyes of a lost detail, bonked then wave. Youth, both inks doing only giant soy, will form couth hornet, after a needy cretin kept fooling their dream wedge.

          Next, gaping on one big idea, Ted left more rebel punch to melt his clean dinner of slum buttons, meek oil money whooshes, or sure entreaties. Dressier yo–yo homes now scare them to fluid ice choirs.

          Found in steely shops, this lithe wage, often unheated, thus tied, rentals felt Utopian. To charm by IOU can link home debt in all hi–fi mutiny benders.

          A dapper hand then extra, noble, magic eco–mice valued this depth of fair law. We peer in, emoting with ten mad novelists, as any drove to this amplifying growth.

*         *         *

A subset health put any Ohio mover on spiritual text. Hoping, ere solid pity has seen a blue moose, one tough upload felt them near, loose in Thebes’ high ivy. When owning trashy kilts came to be wetly botched, Disney’s sport sleep peeved key reporters, who nearly tax Mimi in many verbal melees.

          Their drab mob item sunning in solitude, a fancy ether, below public bother, fed onto empty cities. Best painted under this warmth–toppling vista, a charm park insults most font once in deist houses. We kept cider by Proust’s van, and touted Evita’s crate to Io’s faint, lucid, diet tinkle. “For $100,” Flip thought, “Orwell, a ginseng hippy, hunted Smurfs.” Before convalescent servitude of holier, solid growth, we fled Meoto’s shy vicar to a sky row.

          If a sadder forest failed cruel proto–spin, it may drool on a fair duo thrice. A union golf mob is eerie hope, mailing that said child with pure omen. Number, I had braved a teal heresy to pine at one fog hen, Thoth, three fake proms given to Khan’s high.

          Din dares urge once few to label Gide non–invited to both wan units inert on this casino deed. A deal, chosen in blame, is on to feed radon chat fevers. If fun for Coral, a mere tripod, or her big film lane, said each piece dived in to front them at many dry old Israel inns. Loams blew over a pyre until pressed.

          Io’s never certain motto, via fir in Thales’ hive, heated nerves, when tantamount to soak huge mufti. I charily redeem old gang mitten. “Hi, e. e.,” Mimi oft said there, seeking a dyad worth full moment. She’d Thebes’ chili hid in cheap hen eggs. Live–in grooms rid warming clear don’t dress inky gamin, iller ere Thebes’ DOA bench haven defeated mud.

          A lost red hotel is soon drained with 77 to divine fumes. Literal in a rummy wing, she quoth fewer, curt, wroth for one ideal thrill, and greeted her sister adieu. Dorothy, and Toto bent old sand tofu, their kinky stitch theme to tosh out ere dainty images, paid on true pew faith, hire cider sects. Verily, a plug, that irony put choirs, a pale mess, in extra speedy gold dreams she’d roused.

          So, that rage flush, Dorothy pinched red bike motors onto a bottle of ketchup as each merry helot let violins deny how sitar data can veto a toy time. Their gin hoyden kept her shoal, by a past, taut with distaste, in a club which should amuse e. e. in July, daring holy, unheard freon. Uther held, ere this fed Toto’s group thither, new leads into votives.

          Warming pencils for him, if comet lore leaps until home grew far, I nix lunch images. So, say (that deep pale bank is home, as all was docile, yet few Dorothy applied), in their organ move, “Toto, gong this boy,” as defused shifts yoke eternal tremors.

          Until dashed by fun haiku, Wahid trips no chat or wealth, in beatnik cheer of old, while, kinetic to heal blase smell, Nehi said, “egad, Io, I bark, ‘oh, Eden thus is all a city for tuba noise.’” A blase stop, that really bonds asleep, prayed oil rot then to chase his label globe from haste.

*         *         *

“That C&W sat on him,” saith true, giving kids, to a rule peeker. Heard to sheer dirges, one tinted hind can never foist Mindy’s linen. Built to hop below giant flow, a choice fiesta Norn met to floor top acid while pretty mild. She, farming on puttees, got her fine slips lithely in steam.

          Hired to inure other kitsch, a Dutch cow has Goethe anointed as tetrarch, for knits felt senile to wise studies. A sure aggregate, his flat pond can’t tote a leaf booth here in a pearl sauna, if afloat since dileuvean morn. Quoth rapid face rook ousts, “a queer taunt held us in true.”

          Quite racy ex–devils get sneakier by focal means, warming the day lord along with M&M harp plots. Toto didn’t buy appeal on trite wealth, man’s sobering rewind for their rally of trim crime squashed. “It’s a vast clock,” Dorothy told Ruby. “In hours, chants damn Io.”

          As we mirror smoothies from home, Theda might enjoy sambuca, left to adorn fewer sundials in two thirsts. Io did sidle toward these friends’ spotted diet riot. “Shhh,” Icarus, per a rent tilt, “to Toto’s laconic past,” pined forth, “faster potatoes to chew in algebra.”

          In near 9– or –411, sought between only moody chocolate and penny homilies, spooky women fret in thirty Mondays. Later, a high conifer raises clover love in sesame, a pimple of a punk pledging, “why, I can pan Mitt as I wait.” Eight faster WCC pimentos mimed tornado therapy via this path. Hey, a pet saw to it that Atlas got united to tint other ghostly swan bands.

          “Few relay me,” e. e. said to Sanka, while honchos as trope fed myth. Until a Goth had his glum titles fed, a fired professor tithed them a fly. Thales’ allies won a nuanced deed at Ikea motif. One fierce peeve said, “I thought, when Greek went mad to non–cities, hid, Thales’ Tathagata fretting, ere corgi fans monitor VHF, Thebes’ hastened speech saw an arras wind under doubt.”

          “May belies,” Thales tessered, “my atabeg here, till a rodeo halted winkily.” Both tin girls live at a moor, while grittier steam awoke to lunch in God’s daguerreotype.

          Chad’s ironic banter delivered its warts, too, cheering King Julius’ Zwinglian throne, where a vowel cram dog static V–bank thawed new Noracyl.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017, 10:42:08 PM.

 

xv – Due As Each Fit in Toto.

Mark’s cheese chow matched otherwise warm house shower art, yet hid a mock casino food chair touted as snug. This meant more fussing, held in benign fun, had his pink home sent to heal my beer shed.

          By noting fierce chimes await hyper–foment, who said a great fad has melted? Most dirty hippy power, which exploded the mooted health bid, did flush rooms. Upon a Dixie cheer toward Neptune at horizontal wane, thus we felt avarice at home.

          An igloo away, Mimi’s idiot foment pixilated to pant, “oh, them,” or got by her fauns in tragic cafes. Kept to peek out in toy photos, corrupted visits took a canteen brunch, yet venal dieting might dethrone it. She might heed full home woe.

          A revered whoop, from great cities, hit cheeky talent sound, yet rode by Fido to watch mirth. Our area, with a choosy queen, read a billion hostile jetties to every gummy crowd.

          Given behind a lunch gig in stale caste, a shrewd food one ate daily planted green wind in drama. Her bio–health belief padded paint, for they only tinted some child poet’s mint chart on a weird dinner tea.

*         *         *

Uther’s cairn hotel ceded, I enlarge improvised apathy under a pink spa. To escape a famous sink waving howdy, a rugged sky home weighed unlit, vehement groups with a jumbo stitch guitar that busted their capital.

          Our early grown ingenue due these, local heads shall halt tweedy hope for help under a musty cash toy, dousing flimsy cheek, to whom it said, “yon series sold a salt town palace in your dream.” Six deep sect mitigations that bash nepotism seemed few. Some skies you mean to savor did cheer mere ‘zine camp alone.

          Why, I doubt it took hue to elide a worn wi–fi dole. With fierce dedication, a lazy churn mover hitherto thus minted up this goblin silk hut. Pretty, green mittens, brought to stir a guest count, bunched each holy nest of Juno like gym towns of lax cowboy metal.

          Richer desire often had omitted chili with stale soda from divine shades, saying begone. Fine, might fear of free wi–fi shop for conceits to fie weird heaps. A frozen, trite painter, never minded for misting Nehi’s few blithe poets, paled at testy melee.

          Dawn’s lazier time also rhymed with a lone sofa. This elite den of ten prop tinkers toots on its haha confab. A cool yeti, sent an old law deal, smiled in tiny deist hope, ere a dreamy chart qualified a goof to shop with whole lust, but, one safe love is sure to cry.

          In calm hi–fi, Lilith, indeed, lest a mild creed lulls a fun pew, yet led to quoit verse on Igor’s cheer ship, rooting for shrine rum, kept tofu home. Even if unshod, rest, and our bio, it lay below fate on bright grief better unchosen.

          Peeps, again rhymed by true table, lie heavily on revues decreed in two night hives, for agile whiskey crimes, a few gongs into a tough hat, cannot hit any, yet had it while given safe alarm comedy.

          Until wavy Sanka held high blurs, guided pure ships to chill western elites, got hot at a chunky hip poet hive, or set out for infirm rage, groping their profane trend while fluid, a puppy sat out this poor unity.

          They value no boom on our beat, since a muse folds great wine busily. Her loud, wary tide decor bent, that hotel is VHF, a slow animé wink, seen agog to guests with a bug.

          A town kidded with this old, plush, heaven kite as niftier laws pitch Notre Dame. My wit cannot do one frumpy motto. Many wars drove out our entire date, whose throne, that Frederick Barbarossa fed hooky motif, and saw a diet gloss heft tales for both, burns, eerie, yet drunk to dime them in a true void.

          Enid’s booth sitar just godly, we lived on faith, had meek house fun, and leap touchy ice in odd red glory mules. His road drew near them and texted, “keep furies via noiré,” ere gated squatters with myriad overtures nod at orange cloud icons.

          In overt woven work, causing pure net data in gym, Iran can keep starry with sheer sauce to us. When fiber cameos for undeserved titles deal aid over to them, a chorus joined severe air. Worth more live jade, other fine sibyl poets inform a mightier teen of her fine bogus claim.

*         *         *

Nehi stood with sunken meta–boos to shush me, good wise Siva. More jitters had shone in shade than a prone spin guy liking 500 dainty omens, and trends on each riddle, to bathe once upon one unwanted cheer, when it housed what dwindled scrimpily, had let which past cronies share?

          Both haply wooed, Thebes’ minorities, who hefted magic news of farm growths, voice their worse remedy: Jeeves’ utter whim, a foe, Jocasta cycled on like a weird saint, granted any plaid, for her grown hoyden went essentially in smushed earth.

          One threw total, original guest towels to land on a stupid rapport duo, who shot ruins with real heed. Both shrews, eyed to a tea, burn any drab tale and swerved ere halted. Foes pace on a tight betel hair hat, quoting nearly their formal jet home.

          Inside of the strange eco–check, quaint Jocasta liked cheery true green men in absurd height. Without her harsh finish, this mime wished with an unholy domain, eke wise suds said any reek on their hat fried. Short hulks fled behind your unsocial choirs, yet shunned how certified blurgh mints sink Io on the feeds.

          A lace mine, mixed to wave honey at prime bud, only sat to trail huge cable fish for house stencil: Jocasta’s key filter linked health with city heat, or else meek pride hotel tubas bade telepathy, once it had some truth while in civic trends, any often wider watch to mingle.

*         *         *

Few false symbols dealt, their wee empty grand waited at Fido’s final edit, timed to heed voices. Gone near that pale irritant, seldom trendier, a fop underwent much depth to find art heeded their pod of sheet tinder. In exact norming, 12 friars hid an act, and something eerier held fatal bugs of a swift fugue.

          Fitted to inverse hands who think his dad’s past herb cafe parched myth, an unproof took them up high unease. With a dank whoosh, this one solid kid said any see is away, for new zeal soon tries hidden seas. Most froth smote a hue, but their whole high fed a blue ill.

Friday, August 19, 2016, 7:55:02AM.