Retrieval abides.
Abiding dictates.
Dictation stupefies.
Stupor sings.
Singers prosper.
Prosperity lives.
Prosperity lives. Prosperity lives in downtown New Jersey.
Meanwhile
we make off with the full litter of teething kitty cats and a few pirated DVDs
and CDs. Meanwhile we chew audio with all its potential fluctuations, with all
its spouses in alignment out on the front deck of our luxury yacht. Meanwhile the
deadened ornaments come out clambering for oxygen and Yiddish nitrate, they
hear good things about this particular brand. Meanwhile the spruced-up hammock
awaits and, in its waiting, yawns and fills it's absence with letter openers.
Meanwhile the dogs are loosed. Meanwhile Prince Charming overpowers a
particular oceanic vessel with the intention of turning away from his dull life
of regency for a spot of vile grinning instead. Meanwhile the treacherous crew lie in
wait of his first and fatal slip-up. Meanwhile the visceral viceroy binds
himself with safety in numbers as we draw nearer and nearer to his alcove.
Meanwhile the demonic spirit who lives in every surrounding alcove but the
viceroy's is rubbing his fists together in the hopes of creating static
explosions to barrel through solid rock walls. Meanwhile the wives are getting bored.
Meanwhile they call their ex-boyfriends to see what's happening. Meanwhile we
button up our ties and prepare for a life of rampant homosexuality. Meanwhile
we dread this outcome because it's really not well-timed or captivating enough
to hold our interests. Meanwhile the deliverance of diets steadies to a flagged
halt. Meanwhile the people fill their minds with pockets of foil packages.
Meanwhile the crew are slicing off the former Prince Charming's lovely locks.
Meanwhile the draining tapers off. Meanwhile the daylight savings grow shorter.
Meanwhile we adjust our trouser leg lengths. Meanwhile we tape down the holes
of our headgears. Meanwhile the galactic officers shoot over our heads.
Meanwhile we pass the ten pin story of boy meets supercollider. Meanwhile the
turbine makes mischief. Meanwhile the old lesbian wears her lover's necktie.
Meanwhile the neckerchief of her current lover discredits itself by being just
silk. Meanwhile society gets out while it
still can. Meanwhile the escapist regime grows ever more complicated. Meanwhile
the radio play lets its picturesque nature go completely wild. Meanwhile the
winged hydrants go out of their way to hunt down doggies. Meanwhile the key is
crusting up around the corners. Meanwhile we are still somehow stuck further
inside a train station with only three platforms. Meanwhile the crèche chances
upon a fast food outlet and both decide to form a proboscis of family fun.
Meanwhile the lids are being made of chest hairs and we just don't know it yet.
Meanwhile we look at you for being a funny guy. Meanwhile your moths break my
nose. Meanwhile your ugly butterflies make full use of my jaw muscle. Meanwhile
the pad regains its subtlety. Meanwhile Prince Charming is rotting on an
escaped boat. Meanwhile, suddenly.
Misdemeanour
quests.
Quests grind.
Grinding hovers.
Hovering administrates.
Administration,
administration.
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