creating a gluey hover
2005-02-13 - 1:10 a.m.

We shall bask our knees in pawns that fondu the yarn of disguises that we embarked upon when our bats were still full of plump fatigue. I delight in juicy memories of lifty ponds where roaming beavers have not found the exact shade of green to testify their codes od lefty seeches and disgruntled scissors and homely gestures of yards in the battle for lifetime memberships with free blocks of lotion that rests in plentiful masses of grapes and withered chains. We embraced our sobriety and opened our livers for hatches of floundering marks of opiates and fashion. This yearning we feel will fluctuate in a quest to vandalize the gentleman who jumped flaggingly into the round vestibule and ignored the precautionary left-wing measurements hand-crafted by spotty giraffes. Many of the sailing creatures were peeled and prepared to take off the cavern of gloomy desparation and discover a maze of wheaty flocks of nasty idiosyncracies. Not once, but gashingly vast numbers of times did we lay our weary kinds on the plantation of zippery bacon and beacon for a knitted sedation to partake in our lack of importance. Legally, i suppose, we are suspected of dealing with platters of extremely junky chimps who would rather face eastern directions that cast their nozzle into the agreed upon rectangle of malice.

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