Friday, July 6, 2012

text || Edward Nichols

Gentlemen, this is not, my party has decided given the extra certification. The socialists were there up on promply by Dr.Dent, but the mood of, any orders, and yet it's balance tugs her back and forth. But nerves and pain hear her voice. He said in the snow grotesque later of a pattern. Dr. Dents flow there on the mantle, dying like a stone.The station platform - his bullets, sagged to the steps and all the people sang. An impossibility. If you wanted you had to slither onto the climb back into your bunk, everything was in motion and was about to  fall on his head, especially if you were pale  and you spread inward.A little melodean had died in all the mud, although that doesn'nt draw the toad, he indicated a figure. Set on a table - the long hallway was thunderous. With a coffee pot made of rug on the floor, chained over the table in the middle of a semi- circle of candles, never sophisticated, interrupting. Wagner set on the spectacles, he existed outside, on the Civil Outer Road. He seized the bottleat Bonny castle.Short comings and accidental mind were already,today, large fronted with a to yield_ downright hostile subject , have to devote the subject from a man in control to come to terms. Social factors, ideas in a perspective of their contribution address themselves to my mind, when a philosopher that what he says the quality of existentialism- among these in rather familiar sort of way.Vixen , Victoria, vestabulated on it's platform. Sheets of rain raied up with Ocean swooshin off his wings. KRSNA helped the young man shoot. The blaggarts syncopated - white wash the dictating theSTABB to form a raisin a chicken into a crustacean. Sin. Eve. POpulates the  Grog level precipitates the gangway for the form. Various ineptitude .Fromwith teedled in the wobble bone exacting pence farther. Tommy Gunn memories a rockstar with Vietnam veteran. Notary, note, melted the windshield, jumped in the gas plug a Chandeliers. Trance Tuck Tilleing at the Pipers fine flute flavor of the month. Sometimes the crustaceans setting him in a comfy recliner. I watched myself laying on the floor up on the sentence . Words upon a Spinning wheel and forecaast Orgone weapons are laying in waiting .A space Odyssey contains key ingredients for making a crispy critter of toast taste.Anaconda switched the light bubble in Scorpios head. Blue Krishna -for the metal field-Spatial frequencies and all. I was watching the cane play with nuclear weapons. I accidentally blew up the whole principle.Forward surges the twinge of fortitude flies the octagon pushing the flanger -reason- for rolling like a rock and beginning the test take off.The bored flow of the metallic vehicle. From the front the frying Diadem had gotten through the eye of a Camel by losing weight.From the top of Dr,Dents head,ran side by side by KRSNA. So long as the sentiment expanded into a full bucket of gold zooming hypothetically ran neck and neck despite - the motion sicknesss fell across the retracted escape. KRSNA touched the clay and sparks flew up. Miles per gallon -the true stump see- lumbered the touch of running boards coming off the sym pathetic anomalies. Elizabeth Tea took off her hat which covered her from the top of her down to her feet.Crustaceans freedom follow the happy overture in a log drum thumping on the synthetic fabricated the blood-line -savoring the afterthouht.  The hum-Bug, thumb jug flew over her head in a justified change perplexed the neophyte adamated the animated surety, surly biscuits set in the marque running at the tree log flying for the Lady Space the directorate Miasmic displays lighting the path for all to follow.

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