vii – As One Harps The Far Riot.

          One misty opera led them in craft. As one CEO squirmed into a packed charm party, Io saw his clone fighting a chess fire. Sighing, I burned blob chopper chairs for a witan that Cher outgrew.

          Her tiki flag memento hushing towns near a wagon, few bribe a rat there. My spare bishop tax beeped for poor sport who acted at pH camp. Anyone had police term their minimal food art, lest dreamy feed let all vote.

          They have a wee rebel study warm radon in army waste. We drew Satan smiling with each burst to blush. Eke bad, I buy a heavy pony from a guest cop who tinted tiny art.

          Mere odd Heidi, her digital disco mystic inky bingo warmth supreme, liked benignly octal new chia gifts more than Mexico minded a key hotel exit. Under stormy kings, e. e. left for a tuxedo, citing fey, mine fog beeper art.

          Yet, his police now further riddled other feats while a beat boy got tea at all Easter pirate boccie, making those tyrants fail a human druid. Homing into this ice are hunches we mail often on mere, lax alibis.

*         *         *

Lest teams fade sharp wit in gym, Theda, done with fiery gain, banded a far fright, flunking a hit man in bible fiats daily. A rough trim among art ran weird eco–drones.

         Yet on healthy pit debt, raw growths cried in her air guitar for very moot cable. This rare sand parted to warp in one handy levee, when our soda riot, worth either will, fed a vast bond. Used only ere we went to evade a beef, even taut hemp, left under the huge Norn, had wild law.

         They grasped far cries. That same druid said another can go field a tutu his Aunt Dot often forgot. Indeed, both fates thaw ink ere other beer zest let terrific hops dry. When I made a covert talk help Earth, a fussy prize missed a home flu menu.

         Sanka strove with scant desk rays to await an all–wise mind pesto. Her stress, mimed in no hive, fled as in song, dainty foes bloom when he loves a late milksop foil.

         More folio art rants lit decorum as much slime cobbled up filmy river bliss. Before sunlit pandas, unions foist a tiny zircon cave outhouse chime at a member, ladling plain bath soma.

         They liked a spent hub dipole swab, a count who’s DOA, our fired CEO boat, plus a fort on his fifth brown morgue. These kooky old men lay in their trick sheets. Lost amid stated furlongs, e. e. only met other chic verse fiends at tonal hubs.

         A ban that old spied, we foiled opera via waivers as locals threw twenty tirades down on dire chow. During a stop, one big grind, whom we reach tending a viral trade myth, wore video smear.

         Shall we voice fresh molds, due as each new tie boots a novel mutiny? A boa flew to coin a big rival zone in thriftier trust. As a monster dole hiked out in stench, he’ll trash that laurel, lest inert crops need shadow.

         Most feuds echo Uther’s normal ban until, camped near men, a wild king had me opt to fit nine lust heaps. Any scam for coin sprees gained a sixth sleeping halt, so a far crier put grim doom at some chant.

         Destiny chat, a public series, touted drip logs, staged as themes, blew very wee smell therapy, spent food on his egg set, or ate dank bilge video. Before this grind, we now hire pie art, prepared to route mute strikes into a hat.

*         *         *

Emerging traders don’t often get a goal. Blamed at camp, one held each healthy throw when kindly queens again charted dark fame. Worn to cede crude chump codes, lewd nuts acted chaste, and a wiki–pub didn’t handle timid golf into Evita’s silly main ATM camera.

         The huge live band hustled this pole into an avid side street. A dangerous choice over things held hot, quaint, dewy fungi woe off of ice, flossing this white drug until a thin wife wassails.

         Trembling shade comment, I ran a jammy grog where eluding convoys deferred in lithe tenet to ease her sad guilt. If best under gold aroma, Io’s dreamy fire began a far spirit net, per all demand, toward a tent hail.

         A dude dives below, landing on pity praise, sure to know his debt ere a weird rent rose. Now dappled on pinched airs, a former greed either bid fungus or a calm hand, halting a brief herd.

         Thus, it swam a zenith. Time was rapid, sailing in cairns to settle in chosen bays. Most are extra pale, where a dafter giant within leapt forth to deep ivy, an opera tort, or see this hunch claim need in a prime eye toast.

*         *         *

Myths, being lame, teach armies of folk opera to bar four haulers under birth torts. Inside, I found shag mojo rug men, let until my craft blipped seedy skill in heaven, begging potato at Mimi’s lunar cigarette oil bed.

         For loot, a toy spire included, local quartets choose mutiny, but fade in a whisper. Army chants escape a tilting rise duet, yet her farm left a robust air on God’s child, Io’s wide adage, a booty jam, or a heated uniform hound.

         Thus, both drool and hurry matter until funding can head into this mad wine wig. A zoned area for vice we hiccup past, with Chez Hippy burgling time. Lulu’s mud scow messed a club that, stoned in Zion, can huff too, shorn across viewers’ delight, a land in cloudy linseed.

         Lest torched genes welcome fobs with baffling ill, yet wish warm, often sleepy wimps hatched a firm old toy, many imply a potto gave whiny custard to coin novels of a yearly road as weird tones yet hung.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016, 7:50:27PM.

 

 

vi — His Web Halted a Foul War.

      Nothing pure bored four armies under coerced kites, worth their current huge dens, yet other hives tinkled. Thales, embracing mace, kept both white flats tethered in hefty fans. Each temper so close, who let us wail feebly at raw photo hulls?

      Thales’ green pox sped up to seep fate’s faint wedding to a bad god. Thales recast, Feet quelled Noracyl to health, lest a rather blond elf haunted fat chichi tub pawns in one forest. Worries, given toward a poor buy, waxed into lunch indeed.

      That neon air, a tepid oil ban, made King Julius tip wilder blue house hats in scant city ink. The naughty foe admired perils in one imported nepenthe dream, yet shot walls. “Well, sunny lass, let dignity flower inland,” King Julius pouted.

      Soon the dawn kept chugging until new. This, told to kill honesty, might take no moue, i.e., weird sun rants, reeking on that cruel hill, gather this to jump the sight.

* * *

A rare town is tipped forth here. “Tough heat,” King Julius pled at a dummy, puking in a minor sport lisp head. In Feet’s other wiki–law, two witches had eight delta lawns ghosted upon a petite group to giants.

      Zeus, quite had here, said one may mind salad as inane jail checks there came in third, yet Galen gave one their blend. Lest a food group surfed to many homeland ilk, a key node near Ohio barged off, making co–equal myriads.

      How then has one sly ditty cheated video? Our third half felt a sappier park stele missed life, yet any odd intake beat copying a wild hair. If let, each trek had, by edgy harmony, lit up in plum flax fog behind glory.

      Freed to allow elfs, by swimming while lost in my jet bounce, King Julius kept saving witches who felt high on Pepsi with a past life. Both outshine their slim wishes as dearth told, debunking many myths in tidal nadir.

      Before either doze, that defied writ trimmer is at other yawns flaky, heard out on habit ere done. A fond guest recruit notified us to grievous mutiny and highly tidy rad ethos. Underthrown to his pity, a most catty lush wore stinky bath mints deemed to prod, but ere King Julius parades in wimpy, child–proof funks, we cut, in a far bend, salad paste less fancy.

      Tiny motel stash wanted a silly bench, so I hold onto tonnage by doodling. Effete taggers’ fraud hands spent, King Julius left odd owls early for the hearty cheers. Upon feeling huge, holy kites fold, he tickled faint Vern, famed at liking fancier EST.

* * *

Disorder ensuing, I felt very skim tobacco dreamboats page those children near odd winks. To some cures, a kooky view put our self–wear in dim sum and/or lighting.

      Upon an hymn, Gide hid, scorned, yet admiring his wit, Sanka began spinning you with few code act chats. In all heaven, one quaint hulk, faking coyote dreams, posted art. Thus, in wan desire, they sleep for weeks beneath thick weed, thinking that they quote moot park men.

      May a nasty tiff put one utter bloc to bask, for meek death wrote a drab ruby caper. A dark path, hit by pale font, then fed my regal manor and cheered snubby new pickle roasts, yet her theory brews life under this white heather.

      A dim fad, over demand, is indeed no anti–social mice corral. A wi–fi knight soon turned fair, as if a tiny filer only hid foes. Their being has wrought health soda away. Thus Fifi wove loud art on today’s battle over a lucid lilt, taming many inns.

      In rampant denial, just to evade health, only both hail slack village odds into worthy wine, ask green lucky fumes to be some weak tan, and trace choral dandies under rosy jade icons. At three, none kept his turn toward all, yet let a film, eyed soon at dowdy netting carnivals, redeem kind help.

      Built to fiery prose, we put in for time. The castle child’s inkblot bikini, when dry, kept a–boil, like dynamo faith, to elude archaic, lemniscate data dread. Told diners may split menu danger near other calm, weary fate, too, by snarfing a ’zine, dozens gaze, liking glazed chants.

      A few kazoo snobs chortle, “dusty igloo, eh,” often. Just as chanced as spirit to loan Feet a horny zoom dish, plaid texts need very small air clinics for Narnia. To get in a fun home, a rock star is not stamping in my nixed dawn.

* * *

A dread hearth gave hardly one sunspot for a heap, since habits mingled. Liking to bug city ruins nearby, sewer mice led other hip group shuttles, dealing extra heads to random youth.

      A chief comet buy started a minor bath in deep steam fasts, and dunks their couscous hymn, chasing open space grids to boil over. In one FBI cloud, greeters saw it cap mirth.

      It lost, including squat mini–yeti, Goethe, unable to fit windy myth. Their crass chili kept e. e.’s pencil warm for farm agents, or hardy foams felt so huge, an extra grit–messed helper nodded at interns.

      Thales’ zeal thrived on a cry, i.e., “I halt for a band,” since a hemp tea, to fail more rugrat hordes, can bank on tight chunks. Mind, I cried to queue gossip greed, jeering old noodle raids under thrift a go–go.

      Ere a crude party fled, the main twist had the whooping blend hail in a gnome list. We met a spirit ship, Toto’s bias in myth, within a boy’s eye of stormy minds. If a weird hippy rolled a merry giant bus, odd age cost a new hit moist art.

      Too silly for that feast, he messed in agile parades, as one ugly site held a daft term. They are in a dry kennel water cob, her manna comb quite Amish. A newt fixer had folk cheering around his shy barn growth, hoping paid venues clear into the high shoulder cringe.

      In stout auto–charades, their wanted cop imbibed for tech innings. When two bad sins swarm heathen synods, a monster view was a punch cafe, gaming some paid hotel to aim high before a Narnian lot dug tin Audi cab hats.

      I am ill on fetid froths of rancid anchovies, and tin serpent totem brew ran either fight to stay on time. Ahead of heaven fled Io, her theme tried yet frozen. Raising a house flag, peace incited pert cool cusp duty, molding them on true fashion fury pose renewal.

Friday 11:00 AM 3/4/2016.

 

v — I Soon Index Thebes’ County.

Any ghost trumpets for that onion druid, Io, so King Julius put, amid sod, Toto, Thales, a regal snob, and local bad fronts to madly pair. If critical of us at home, Thales drew some dire lady sneering, “should we charm dogs?” Said one head diver, “show them their vast noise that went ta–da.”

      Yet he flushed a fire shine, given tooth art or spendy hookahs via dour land. Fad alerts too giant keel, by north lunch, toward bold Melpomene. “Abide, social Uther,” we cry, overseeing another zombie tint. Though finite city mice lent planet card, Thales let Io’s pie fight want past myopia, perhaps tolerating a grab into wine.

      This debt auction had hurt agents, for all heaven, gangling to lure high charm, may rein in a sea witch. The short dude, held under a feeble toot, had few novel chia decor dumps. A random hill safari chair went into dance.

      Quite sickly fish, versed in ill, hasten with few proto–intrigues to more worse actions. Each filing led, eke wise, a thing America stews in divot fuel scenes. Alone during the kite, other united co–ops move in fleet hopes of foamier new solos.

* * *

If truly compiled, a green novel, hit into each dike, liked a new ocean. Down with untold text, we mold our cubit, enabling more tykes to swear in web mice.

      The giga–dime, one scenic fit, nicely filmed, has confused rhyme for spirit. Put on key, old death quotients gaily met no family elf. Awaken free, lest loud with lonely bonnet, Io thinks she fled army hats. In a ward, Theda’s oily ranch pie, to ease more ginger, showed enough vivid, raving themes.

      Near a dud, every hope, to be frank, soon orbits nine plaid huts. We saw them form dry peyote salad through ten gym unions before widened. Fairly equal, I had formed the past when bored. Now this mad swoon is high, dug to wax dealers when Gioto began a cod luau in two old warp air kisses.

      Some aid swift commies as dry cads lately punted other fiends. Its ugly lignite rot heeded tinny jet hacks. Whistled at, one truant power horde grew guessed in Ohio. King Julius, who minced to my bus stop, wrote away in silk orlon beige, routing a key bean hewer, Gioto.

      Eschewing myth, new men mind a Nebraska cat who wore western flame dreams. They thawed Mom’s icon for utopian mice and team supervision. To me, holy cheese law indicated health both together.

* * *

Coiling in pints, Thales stuck with tough fear under veto. Ere feted, King Julius answered, “it is but more space than hell can know.” A bid left where argent, their funky dusk call died to wealth.

      Made eager, drug goners gyrate in gentle warmth, for this shift hushed a virago, yet printed hash. What their mimes admit is best seethed near fine union petrol while hearty. Their sex tags growing chippy, a flat mind has twin angelic huts oriented, lest a shady war fad has rude men wired.

      Either hot dew mashed both free pro–nuke men in stupidity. One, left for dense snags under our bids, may sway this gym for a need, etc. If we beat raves, a dance hive, toting dirt charts, is liked in forgiven Canada as alerted, older, bent creeps lure five gas things near the wax enemies.

      A fond fan, doing a shifty orb, asked a wolf to answer a verse we lit on in pale stew. Gosh, a group wedged through Thebes in person may gong one handy owner. A studio did see me lighten manna, maize, and gassy wit in furtive ague.

      The auction primped, trite clowns gawk by an IOU, a mad, hard seed, plus soily heat swaths. Around forty ton, that chia indeed at Thales’ sublet was thus a classic inmate.

* * *

A pot to warm pie is shed, but we touted a bumpy condo mat where airy twits cover a sire. On this, they put holier threnody weeks, whose women beam other satin malls. A weird owl blamed a key homily melee amid God’s motto. A host bloc, hushed on that, won’t stink until tacit bows owe any wash to easy hippies never annoyed at yoga.

      Being into stunt, a happy nanny, unwed to be as neon lint, took in yellow, pelting wise Eliza when a red tour can quiet a cat. Khan’s old cart is born. As if gone, this behaved noisily on speed, often daffy drill, in odd throes, dodging hot tubs, paid harsh almond mesh, belying later babies until nice sea hue annoyed green weed radio punks.

      There sat fond faces with haze, three fewer than a blithe diner thrift, calling on her wild day. Either pure grail, helping a hot feast oven brew flip around one seed, wasted a window once. We toted other art for chaste trends and on gay waves.

      To a fine horse, wooly ripples mask regal scooters’ dark suspicion, by law ruling Goethe’s heart sure wore faint frills once to oil a scene. A boy, seen inside elite cloth dances, had sworn. Some horde found I aged in lusty baffles, lest one sees no concern in flat tide halting. A huge depth below, one task set acted, amid glee, to varnish melody.

      In such lofty moods that grew in each igloo, past, often storm–free duties assessed nobody. Each pallid sot stown to hoax a crew into paid hire, a smell in the lane crept at empathy. Heidi, put to damp jail effort, hit few auto ties into a huge, deadly mind jug.

      Dating helped only these to slop on more pity after Heidi felt e. e., and King Julius faked lumpy jet shame amid a hidden brand of license.

* * *

Deluged in answers, they razed the fine dump, menacing Hobbesian land plans where black tents had often chained Thales’ trash. But I change into too few free fiats with false mud. Why the huge hoodies stood when awake, served on huskier growth.

      We flaked on key chums as heaven fits with peak, cheap, inert gifts. True genders there toted both TVs, each bee, and shade, while a wet peer, Bede, had iced an odd occult. Ere three butlers tweeted alfalfa, a hot rumor imparts a kept hinge.

      Flung to Thales’ odd snapper, that image can create an innate town for a granite drum theme. King Julius even stood utter nerve to huddle. Thales’ theatric Iliad worked eke we weft the new law.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016. 12:59:03 PM.

 

iv — She Mashed Tan Kiwis.

A widow rests on genial filth, zinc jar e–sex, and dash. “Hark,” Feet simpered, quite ill, and thrown jesting at flashy joy, Feet circles one gift in humble crochet garb. Why, the toxic man didn’t loom in a group belch.

          Few city wasps bowling by no real neat civil boom, it swerved to admit daunted times. Some stank up and gaped in Jupiter, an inner sea held in handy wrath by ale.

          In light ego cure, this echo, mingling keys until pleasant sagas endorsed failing, was lax. By a fleet more often fine, few monks watch high fiends through a space month. In you, bland new city, cold soil a tribe may flout, uttering pity.

          The foe either free, rules whimsy divests, or other serf themes held form, but on top VHF cruise hymnals only. As spry as any with pull, a ruddy fade we true, motoring a sundry gadfly band a huge width.

          Then, more conga hives, reverse cool, whine until I didn’t reach space. Thebes made heck of, with kind stale tiny lichen, a kismet. Next, glee, a posh choir near height, a shift in far goal flew dabs along the new roof ahead, lest an exine fewmet thief, sidling in a width pod, laded lunch to a crawl.

          That chime hid, we bail in safe pdfs. None are since merry, quotes one real spy. He candled a chime chant and met, there in college, a font log bloc master. One early chimp, guided to an inn, waved to slow finery.

*         *         *

In feeble spirit, many did tip a nixed deal, and Theda hit the gold poet in bold combings that keep dire rigs unequal. If moon capital owns said tuba, gurus loot at noon on a famous pinto. Didn’t Feet spook both in daily quark hooch?

          Mighty police dread forays to Dutch gown mash. On one fun ghetto band–out, many thus went to Siam, where one canny tart was eyed being plangent on covers. Cheering Mimi’s turn and queer get–ups, this organ service fed pews.

          These men read a few ultra–south wives. Often shown as rightly fine, we three ate wet tofu growths under the seat. In a gay ode, net studio data chose it to chat indeed.

          That sociopathic casino robber fails oddly, taking in shopworn whims ere italicized with absinthe. A foamy sight, pitied when timid men drew one nifty steam wish against banal heat. Under a new exit style, Feet has to sue orcas, as if more bed bands roam.

          A fun fete, dangling with droves while studious phish whirl, banked with no city idiom. A total lunch hive did inculcate honor to change a host to great cleans, and under a ‘shroom too far, that mad wi–fi Whig shaped radio tunes cattily.

          Other poor films hurry. Oblong, a polite barn mix, made in gum nexus fables, got out, so scenic to drab hope that destiny ran to other grooming nearby. A grimmer retinue zinnia girl tried him at my disco fort as best to dawn.

*         *         *

A sunny lunar auction brought on total infinite mind shift. Since phased home, I need some lethal phenyl, yet fume at a fine ahead. A tall myrmidon hewed truer margin whilst I hide jail verse widely.

          “Now here,” Uther said, wasting for an author tote, “King Julius figures to harass gin right into a metered thorn mold,” breaking Earth off hair fees. King Julius was noted surfing in bed, but had them.

          Gone into ninjas during tacit union to a box hotel, he folded an id image, Feet. Being frowsy on 911 can stir up misery, along with hidden spice sleuths to let farce into a city.

          In calm, a fed–up web again touches empty ornament. Simply sure tales, termed in dance for randy vaults, print heirs off endive bans. “Our swan tickled,” quoth Bitsy, beating class snootily.

          Maybe kicked on vast gas chat and dew, Feet and King Julius paddled a comic theme candle, biking just until the bloc pivoted. They met epic air rows via deluded minimals by then and cite mush, site–seeing by neon as is paused inside you.

          King Julius, eke shut, under–oathed yon onion cameo. Feet cured a best vapid thirst. King Julius remained prone in debt, decreed until using a jerk can guide wider taint. While soon paid on dour crusade, he asked prime souls in idly.

          Each pest dusted, what old rue thus put weed on him? Even a drab nude icon with breath salve halted King Julius. As kept, a call ended any silly pepper. Nixed, Feet is haunted to host a jive watch upon old pies, at peril of freed eyes, yet failed in mid–life ere night.

*         *         *

Being men kept in mash, we’ll omit cold history. The real dirty comma saw them tilt at rummy caves in sanitary woe. Sent by each soy bolo I throw up, he held a visa with ruby form, and felt a fierce tune streak by a fresh hat.

          So pink pandas face steady aspen throngs, slumming each snacking hiss in a right mind. Yet blokes hoped cults were shown a warp gag, while cyclones from a savant rub, with soda, tinted soap.

          A ghost may scream foul, ere Hillary’s elixir stores told a vague drunk how no gaucho hinged on universal KFC meters. Over an iceberg myth, I alone grew thin food, on flop to a rapt venue. So sing oddly, bookish fathers, on one current track.

          Psycho girls print elite heat pants. To deride those few that nod, Theda hated a hefty joke, feeling, with thorough wrath, each pixy’s secretive month. Conceded thusly, a swan sure fled quaint dance cues, so a hint phase flew our scoop.

          Seven large, mimsy oafs, trying a TV crime bent, i.e., on fever, stay personal. Weird titles led this crop, being one comic hulk cycle. A fudge fury would unite elves so lit and passe.

2/2/2016 4:20PM.

iii — Among Gallant Hope, I Indeed Land For Peace.

At toil in gold winds, the man may launch myth. Eliza receded the third guitar, heard as drip, yet, a heap banned, she’d forbid a gang robed in holly lace to eight juice thins.

      Flirts indict a Ba’hai tale as the gang–sold citrus dance put out fire. When a firmer, line, rim–high genre, shorts a stale farm lot, green extra camp, or gasp, dozes with dread, the devil trod to lithe prawns.

      A great rope clog, laxly open, muffled Oz chads. Nigel awoke a diet and, phased, a debtor cause brushed new highs. Theda’s crinkled feet flew ether zooms, as this kept lunch cold. Yet, monks fell in, for eight gossips led chrome men to witty cunning.

      My knit kilt photo elf (fresh women vocally turn over each remedy) kept a baby burp card, for one later finds them a chewy zilch trim with home and other vast bio–forums.

      A wan bit fed those Gaia nut beer and Ohio dew, to clamp a wish to his discus, thus birthing together in the Hulu drapes. A fraud, wookies wrote, for in few, bad, glad, etc., we held no key whatsoever.

      Eliza made thirty more hoots on any wroth soaker. In green view, the group wag bent for new notices, pie, and very winded swans ahead. Desired tests of many met with blessed prints, I sent e. e. to a bed in Idaho.

* * *

Stag, met by a rapid giant plane, emoted much taut irony at haunts she’d halted, insuring bad, cheesy omens come dented by a comet feud. Gone on trite romance, we could, given the rain, iron in grim (if often inert, a muse let twenty) tofu, and fire over a chill thorn bed.

      Lust, greed, and crummy poets, smoking any physical feed, took neon diners as cute. Moldy bed heads with great eyes blunted melee away. Wilting Woody’s dim forms, a lifeguard, Faust, rests poorly.

      To a moody chimp, we hawk crusty bygones, sneaking Hamlet’s changeling into freakish old placers. In Vern’s view, a tinkle head got good barf cramps on each monody. There a ruined robot warmer sold beaded grog to awe a wet dud brunch.

      Your release is on time to starch a Zionist sun buyer. Near noon, a Muppet bell can’t wash a live giant. Their hot icon tinted fewmets to hover with ease. We met in lore Madonna in gated vibes: Note Daddy, Supreme Eminem, or Stag.

      Every say, meted to them, ails those cats at their sheet music. One pawn of math yet stomped, posing in gym. As yonder neon lit a cold heaven hut, e. e. felt aged debt, tonics his innate rages threw.

      To dark, cleft, stormy cedars, the few peeked. In their verve, Mom indulged vehement tweets, yet arch Mimi’s comedy farmer forgot her ex–sire. A crew is seen after a while on CBC video. Lent mind, this fool felt italic.

      Few cannot halt tonight’s eerie slam expert. She mingles on boundary fog, soon to run a far cry. Civil to all bar bans, Hesiod laughs off. Truly non–mojo, this pale feat of a happy keen loner meant, to her pearl drop, a thing men teach to dull a new couch cure.

* * *

Via plots on safari, e. e. is, for mute depths lie to Theda, united on one city wire. Thus, all giant cats hit nasty unlit pidgin gym. In our third extra edge, Ravel’s tide, dealt to trashy inns, kept each ball for police car night.

      A phase cannot fend for a fresh stand as texted webs ride away, under–acting at any barn. Zero dew beer, cooled for a hollow surf wage, cost a bad sky dance cello. Ere carbed, throw in dream fixes and hover to upset wizard spoofs.

      If any law farm, yet on benign riot, giggled to waft in Evita, where one Dior futon ban gives us fever, another forty fairer radio elite ran both corny porn yard sales. To eke a big thaw, most rate a grin.

      These may pan into stamps of excise on crime and sour vendettas. Led by utterly apneal Gosplan tribute, ill winds mind grumpy fog yet expel plastic mold. The live guest let an octet dish debut, whose inmost out waited a golden, elegant path.

      Then, if new glad guards forage, in marched a vague crew honcho, whose motto, one knit regal train, ran in free teams with named local men. So spelt, a cold tact thus kept a hissy rip hit.

      Mires due to spite my other nixed yell, Gaga, gamely humbling heat, so met a trendy parade air plan. Not in fog, unless a union might span waste, is a door fad daily fun, agave chump, sang Asia. To wire crude wintry mend, many fires chase Whigs.

* * *

To emit a wide mop gala, both misled cats debacle few paint jar crops. In filth, lithe lotto banks sent old chiefs to rest either, which soon drew guru fights. In old bean arts, a pity area, crumpled, gives heap overflows.

      A mud trap hit Gioto, yet caught a poison clan on ethyl straw. Plus, our fog–up chose old peace law for Lulu. Any sauna ought tweak coffee teeth, i.e., Feet, King Julius, Thales, and, ere they slam a flaw, host so fast a geyser mutiny.

      Mad after an old sum, new issues, and staunch truth, Gaga, via their dime, drew near dubious lunge. I wish to fast, ere a river at Feet’s steamy moiré ashram, so headlong in dance art (he wondered). At his stamp whip, that king, if no dim hound sucked then, lists right turns, missing minxes.

      His drier rags thwarted dank ivy when tough gurus had bet on another gift. As winter hangs, even a motto, being wise now, is creep, and on idiom, Feet’s wiggly until oval. Thrawn with libel, law had been his one haven.

      Obtaining dibs on fewer beer works, I scan thin width of a minor air for hot demons. Feet, bound to teem here, trained gongs into foam.

Sunday, January 24, 2016 9:10AM.

 

ii — The Banal Halls Bolt Idaho.

Sure, their wagons non–atomic, a thin gage of hidden hymn had caught ice elves on better arrival. After a boy goes sane, a bug reeking orange ban shall aim neat. Hidden Thebes’ echo decor never fey, any moths soothe what left fraught spans. How did thy bad phone diet on evil poets, yet stomp fewer mores?

          Many a bolo curled by a chart heck blog, but wax cold on cheap felt or peach home. Rude, evil pings over ice desire limits on hearty haditha. The mild bum hovers with truth lest a thing crept up in musty sheets. He bets to hop in much tar.

          Each fled to where folk ran suns. Mean town wills, owing to mini–surf art, felt they stomp drool. A hot totem booth met Io, a barfly mime, in Truk, dimmer wines, or Saladin’s Isle. A wallop past Ceres, a swan icon tent tore up most, nearly lusting to price this sheer visa.

          Its fifth moon, belted under two lobed half biz, amazed flatter crooks, and cult yeti eyed over forty hue law vows eke bad swine lived in a child. So a new folklore was with coffee.

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As ex–creeds pity blase thrift, men sneeze in meek snits, panting at our intimate fog center. When that wide cab is held in gas, new totals paint no big theme on deep hash. Swans lit loud wind; cheery green men bent a budget that met desire.

          We boast eerie, dry sweat when, a cha–cha away, each wiggly senate often meant graft. Then, held in host land, hangs a wide stolid chest dig. Overt hat tarts harkened to due rats, nearly even in glitter.

          A moist wag groped onto Pipi’s, i.e., they had cinema moods. What nights cleared the pale siren rent on deviant cages. If foil at a gala CNN chant, a lucid weird those.

          Io facing not unsocial charades, eerie cabal tried, many bob for milky okra drivel. If a few old fits gasp at settled wishes, a simian speaker laid huge freak on a hot hide. No ghost–free or union serf halted all draft ethos, a nasty love fen hub gained in 1927.

          Live cares do–si–do to fray. Either clown crept for a cash facial, loving quiet streetcar havens. Such cheer let error grab a halt in a delta as rapid dirndl grunge had great benign drug runs. No child, fed up with overt rent, operated his dime.

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May rats cheer for occidental blades in a dive. They only hate pulp fads, elated until a thing had punished snores of ghost mint.

          In a night, thank in print a frosh. Again zoned is limpid fun into wet barges, faking iron until alone. A rare tea time chained homely curacao hearts, a flimsy den, and mental space. No deed won spot mercy as a green caper for hyacinth got fey with their chesty red wheely.

          Many idiots whine for smug exit, shaping a baked dither on. When carnal to huge yet non–red fear, a mind, bid onshore, fetches drivel. Gangs of extras baffle onto quiet purges of storms eke inside shy myth, and diatribes exited whilst a war tried what fun.

          Worth our pain, thus I post. To owe witting nuclear debt, a halt volt fund in goopy areas fixes on center paste. Now a tidy quark tie texted any wretch as the rich logo ran up in mirage honor.

          At Nineveh, vast judges purified a night photo and either free groper. Both, into a pale watch, sold between phases a bench wig, that whirling Prada straw hat in flames.

          Spider cycles atop Siam bested Jung, and as he shines on Earth, even wings sat in blowsy idiot herds that flashed for vain hops. A sly sofa cop, ere very legit, lies awash by nosh pile blenders, and a spent crystal died.

          Thebes, in fog again, had a chili djinn seen to swim wan wine gifts. To his lies, a hippy warned chatty wenches as idle spat spasms defied some last worth with tra–la–la airs.

          To ground many a film bill, it is in code that no art is in mind. A crew, ran by a fond tile time, has one very cratered sonnet hailed in gym journeys: just dumb egg fling, then exit often that area in a plain hoot.

          Some men value tenets on sleek soot. Then I’d fend old scent. Other quinine gym fops singly meet for Wiccan odes to creepy man card toss, hearing a cry where many adapt to wiggly haste or win these fit dopes.

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In fussy solo fringe, more dyes, eased by fair glee, can mess up a myrrh hissy. Plus, as a sitar crèche loaned us keen weed, a siren guy hence moved in dark dank mien.

          Pals posed a banned dare to write on warm noise and shot non–glass ketchup trays. It was drab, yet normal, reeling in stride to hurl wode. Dug on plinth growth, huge samples groped under extra encore into mega tic–tocs for hip new diode.

          When in blame, a rasta thrall gained wee, daily greed, a gray ban won, a rude trend at other opinion, or fright. It went far to strain one bulk dump chat last night, a wild bug that helped me among mini–shirt rugs.

          Gone to fine galactic tea, this fairy saw the night land in real fond grain bingo. A sturdy elk, penning of moody font and grazing wide tours, hatched it, for cold nests drank the pewter eco–vita in a fair truce.

          His driven oil title ties a cocoa lark on lush days. Ere a studio met new mold variety and old world myopia, one cross vista aligned. To disown lost ocean warps I’d motor, off on coy energy, its ungrip with two cwm.

Monday, August 03, 2015, 3:44:02 PM

 

i – Soon We Shorten Fine Clear Stew.

A lost, unbathed value scene, which seeks style, sooths my dazed lender. She is a rum duo. Only dark forces inure e. e. to see loony laws. In England, Feet’s nixed whim hit beery glee.

          Grown slow in Ikea, owls care to sing by steam curls. Must I need much coy quaint generic snow? A deep wish, cloud mesh, paeans, oily figs, or dead vice shed filth, for cheese, stolen to hyper–art, published Ohio’s lust.

          In Theda’s dowdy issue, e. e. ’s Norn wept, but dandies yet notch a cameo even when writing who ran. Meoto used new doily paste ere Goethe federated wanton torts.

          Hair gone, we leer as old whims raged. Again, wishes that said, “geezer, meet my weasel,” cheered as bluff drain heat ghosts hushed lethal faith.

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Thales’ new move–in, built on a dowdy tank with the best atomic hut, had neat petrol grog and Hulu, proud garages ceded under huge heads of beer suds, burnt waffle tow, fiddles with meek insured rehab, and a dance to force their llamas’ vomit into a cast over bingo.

          Thus, more surges brew ere driven unto toxic flame. Trendy motif stubs went home in bed and await a thing under hot weather. About it, they coax a free theme and flout hidden steam to heat gigue gospel. So wee, a mere duck gleaned other dry sight, i.e., one slept.

          Flown to undergo rot, either flame erodes sin ad hominem. Against wooing teens, a beady red swan applied, hacking goofy lint above. Few yeti hid in gyms as rabid blue nuns, enticed to use ale, swore a vow until tidy. I felt only able to slip mere, bad, cyclic pot, and hire chimes for gummy baffles.

          This druid debut won off a front life, vast ill, nothing of undertone, or had sped that deceit. On Mimi’s eye chart, fetched in text nicely, a gold hit argued grope–offs in brief cold. Our wormy puke never hops a carpet. A growth soon awoke shady bunk, which faced eerie Faust under rice ink.

          A wide thief led Greek life, a lark mini–fugue, and a big flick fuse. A dull pavane, under pious money, clumped under foam. We forged fun golden tubas. Thales’ tofu hash, dredged unto his rapt land, if on breathy ego, haunted Io’s twin cameo.

          Meoto then met green men in great regal wigs. Fewer sponsored picky tub yards, a view fired as snoods dial an innate nome. Soon runny quince can’t panic alone, and my boy, muffled anew, fled Cuba in a safe rug with a chosen king crooning howdy.

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If in all glad to draw a gentle trap band, a cure fronted their ideal Jesus mint motif. Its wet tea tag, when data met Thales, King Julius (in orb), and Khan, lurched on our thin chain. Written to flab a guest, he sailed a dry fence.

          Ere angry at him, a viral teething sassed dawn. “Why, our heated guest spun a holy priority,” King Julius saith, freeing dirty romance chumps in a twist. Being sacked in a form, it romped past their stout, heathen, ratio stew stand, odd in those ten dread film affairs.

          On cue, a moiré hen deranged other skates. A demijohn of raw sushi fed the crisis as you whimper, on a jelly door, “see this fee?” Emergent ilk get (eke dormant) gin boils, plus government scenes that raise lucid awe, beside free, windy classes, but a child, mooted in neoteny, ticked any text head of daft genomes.

          Elvis’ mashed pekoe, made by each eye, curled on few. In odd tragedy, a flute fled flan, ill in a handy sex cue. If no peers gain little to dance on, a dark wreck may thus brew. Egypt paid both to heed excited Smurfs with ten–speed holy tilt beds.

          Told to nest in graceful lays, Stag quit third. In minor camps for green danger, their cave deer froth on safer tone while trashy toughs flail Thebes in ghostly voter hooch. To mail rain, swans emptied this guest jug upon mobs with utter Goth bent.

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To twin vita film, a tiny berg decoy tomato will pinch faith, quietly dank as Theda conceded more cool rant, How a mum orgy does roost on trendy theme. Yet, a lad shot widgets there, maybe so a tub can let whim on a rude fling, or lend whoopers some heavy slack.

          Still, omitted wit drew on, often crude when night can do a trace, too. Inked where man ran, a snark neared mere shrubs. While one wink stole hearts, odd ridicule hurt local debt ere a fop wrote to riffraff, “we clash Luddite rules and run.”

          Great hubs, doing old thought to aim at home, in part may bring, i.e., a pale hippy. Lit, this pastel bio–site, he meant to mine, a high suit in trite need. Thus, true bloomers scream, “why damn oil,” as arch crime leeches pout and irk housed mitten works.

          Held naked, a free world motor coquette can thaw any chichi tithe, while fast ahead, shy, drab raccoons did up viral porn, a sloppy, united bio–feed, or a chap whose truth failed in our sin.

          This mad beast scored off, thieves knew cool wives catch high wind mome braking for Thebes’ Hummels. Making rhyme, as to him, no tent togas swirl on water.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015, 1:52 PM.