Playing
piano in a digital age creates farce at multiple musical levels. My love must
be a kind of blindness considering the countess and her predilection for
sawdust diddles. Best get those knees gardening before she looks and sees you
not doing the right thing for this corrective situation. This is a crowded
avenue, after all. Make the references, tie the loopy contacts into accentuated
ribbon structures. How right to disappear from youth and the weary
shelving/containment business it struggles valiantly to uphold for you
sore-headed suckers. And the poets make the very essence of this periodic
substance universal...how dare they! The Dragon of Caverick is coming to slay
them on the back of Erasmus. Watch the flame and the tawdry remarks flake off
the paint of the famed short story writers' guild back. Ignorance says it all
really and you are ignorant so.
Some
intend to rig up a catheter in the foreground of Russian Formalism. I doubt
that it'll work considering how crikey is bandied these days. The Beards of
November are strictly telephoning the archangels to see if they really are
listening and not just pretending to be good hearty individuals with courteous
wingtips. We find out, you'll never feel safe again. The mistress will come
forth to be callous, as if her birthright was so clearly stated and runic, and
end it all with an abrupt clap in the face of a gibbon or else a man who bears
an uncanny resemblance to such a curious animal. The greasy rings are filled
with cheese and cheese supposedly attracts gibbons in a furious yet fallible
way. Driving does strange things to the hairy magazine reader, especially when
forcibly removed from the backseat where every game gal is said to hide her
charm.
Why
don't you scrimp with burns all over? Why does it disappoint underneath the
tongue, straddling the gums? It's all my fault, it's not even edible.
Inconsistent feminists are doing something about it while the feeling is tense
but neatly dodging full-blown intensity. There are shucks. Wait for the
triangulation. Could happen fast for both good times and plain times. Friends
are for this but you appear to be playing the wingding card. No need to feel
sorry while I am fine and parting the waves for space heater mathematics. Stand
in front of the wind, not before it, and you'll see all kinds of victorious
geysers shedding their shields with paltry elements. While you peace out, I
will collect all the albums with specific tingles residing within my clucking
breath. Interpol is heading out for your tyre pressure issue as of right now.
I
may have done something about it, I may have mashed my following into endless
life streams. O, hypocrisy! Oh, hippo! Swimming makes the duck float and
movements beneath are turning out their own theories. It could be official,
this pause button, it could cause instant death by irregular transportation. I
went to the kettle and it buzzed my harsh nature right off.
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