Milky
movements in the equestrian dartboard create all kinds of foxy, groundbreaking
humour. The respiratory bedtime invokes a heinous brilliance with each slash of
the throat on the pert and palpable tush of learned delight. There is nothing
pampered to this uprising, all the old chaps are involved in some faculty and
they'll parade them up and down the production line until the pay check comes
through and the maternity ward closes for the evening. Too many words have been
spoken about this matter, far more than throwaway salad can handle. Therein
marks the beauty of the old cynic, his desirous existence is a level-headed pot
shot at all remaining brigades with hard-up politics at their back. To check
for a song in the proverbial heart is to irritate the mail order tut as it
resides politely in whiskey shot glasses. As of now, knowing where to stand is
bog standard discordant behaviour.
The
overture hearkens a reckoning with its very palatable violin quartet, they make
it seem like the giants are really there and really square around the
pot-bellied children and their impressive water retention. If life were to
suddenly jingle jangle, the sharp stick and the Japanese barmaid would go off
hand in hand, marriage in marriage. The priest forgives your lucky break on the
funky slot machines and will even refund you a few cash bundles.
It
seems the killer robot has just turned bicentennial and will be regurgitated
over and over again and other people will talk about it with good stuff going
for it. What most people really enjoy about this is the balance of gradual
killing and sexualised flunking. November will do that to you or so the famous
author says in his last, resilient manuscript. Can you feel the turmoil between
the lines on the withered man's weathered face? You should be an official of
the ketchup bottle and make the best of it while you still can before all the
world helps with its mounds of cloying responsibility. Highlight the flavour
with low fat price details and become more strategic while the sorting begins
and the training ends with a lemony shooting ethic. Keep on the kelp while you
fly and be sure to hold onto something. Learn exactly how to be in this room.
Getting
along: that is man's contumely. Your line might be cut down but the power will
lean on great things. True and effective leadership does not come from a
distinct personality, it comes from generic life choices that capitulate at the
very last minute. It should feel like you're there in the cinematic environment
but lots of scenes should be made crystal clear before hungry jars start to
raise the hairs individually. It throws other people off, try a bit of this
climax instead. Admiration gyrates, good pleas, evil formulates and you don't
do any of the above whilst your living at home with your parents on a brackish
bed spread. If you knew something else it probably wouldn't scar you for a
passing thought.
Backing,
rising, blurring, charring, doing, writing, leaving, climbing, shooing,
shoehorning, continuing, happening, trying, exciting, sequestering, bashing,
raking, getting, vying, detailing, characterising, ending, numbering, numbing,
performing, crystallising, flinging, hungering, fraying, yelping, warning,
warranting, jobbing, qualifying, stabilising, targeting, adding, subtracting,
reviewing, fracturing, stupefying, starting, developing, choosing, allowing,
salivating, harping, killing, thrilling, attacking, jabbing, womanising,
crapping, walking, learning, delivering, promoting, criminalising, giving,
honing, drawing, plotting, solving, coughing, boring, triumphing, struggling, tamping,
sliding, booking, cottaging, hugging, bringing, dying, requiring, listening,
easing, farting.
The
entertainment makes for a straight forward choice for the lady with the
clambering, chilly hair style that gives in to needy mores and produces twists
in the schooling systems. Going forth at the positive note will sour the
members of the cult and their identifiable anticlimax make for better
director's cuts in Anosmia. Hopefully your parents won't enjoy the clarity of
the bad guy as he walks through the elemental airport, far too many good things
happen to him in his shiny black shoes. Do you configure before the inevitable
confrontation? Is there something else? I'm just really curious about what you
don't like about these leaky pages. I'll talk to you at the con and we'll clean
this air right up. As for me, I have some top quality poetry to read at brick
wall audiences to see if it'll aid them in getting a heavy-headed sleep
pattern. If this doesn't work, I won't
hold you responsible but I will have to make off with your finest top hat while
the course of true love becomes the body of the rhyming text.
So
you're the one. They told me about the one. This one was supposed to be the
only one, the one they were talking about so tirelessly. They said it with a
Victorian emphasis, as if talking precisely about the number 'one'. One would
think that they wanted you to be two but gave in to the fact that you were
simply just the one. The one isn't really romantic as far as I understand it,
it's more of a heroic thing but not like in one of those books or films about
'chosen ones'. You're a prime candidate because you're a prime number: one. At
least that's one of way of looking at it, I do accept that there are many but
they keep telling me that you are just one. You're the last one. You're the
good one. You're the one we've all been waiting for apparently. You're number
one in their books and I've seen all their books. They all say you're one for
the records, you're one waiting to be set up and let go. Your one who needs to
watch his back. Everyone wants to get the one to save the many. Anyone will get
close enough. As for who will actually manage this, one will have to wait and
see. One way or another, your numerically safe. One little minute and your
human body will fall away.
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