Friday 28 February 2014

28/02/2014 - RENTING OUT TOOL SPACE


Renting out tool space, determined to know whether or not it’s going to work out with the reconstruction of the criminal table. The problem is the colour, fading realigns the dyes with their paternal partners. It’s been too longfor the psychiatrist who growsher hair out, there’s so much to enjoy in the schema preparation. I like it right now, hit the wall with good dodging reacting half an hour afterwards. Do something with all this hiar, make sure you turn it into rightfully dumb and arsy with its thinking. There has been some confusing gameplay through the prologue and on’t you go, unlike the teachers with their stalking  industry of self.

The English voiuce is not super great and nameless in American characterisation under surrealistterms. Brains are chubbing up for every hawker. There it is, you psychics, my uposide down glasses are disgusting and upside down with – a scaly to unjust act out out aggressive exasperant expansive. A CLEAR HALO WITH BROWN AND BLACK SATCHEL STRAPS. Bite down with online multiplex currency and worthy shut-downs and shut-ins. The intent to phase out the old network will prime the services to become one with the dog, to see hit sees and surf with Black Ops stat tracking.

                You’re the one with the harpy in the gutter, playing hoopla with the medical practice certification like you’ve never been to the Falklands before nor have any intention of playing for the football team there. The game is as good as goo, as fastas the respective tortoise that tips its heels a little bit to show the world that it actually has them in abundance and not just for now show. We put worlds into the mouths of cherry pickers because that’s our modus operandi, we’re shifty buggers. Slabs of  the stuff are coming in right now and we’re away from it so…

 

            As such a profound member of the society cubed, we just want to ask him, the chap over there, how he gets his hair so greasy and if his tailor shoots up in many wardrobes before facing the bitter winds of winter. It seems feasible, agap in the evolved stream of things that glows in beleaguered colours and doesn’t step on any topes while doing the cha-cha. It might bruise the clerical artery to not know how matters of affairs of state of country of tropic bounty are organised and stated. IT AIN’T ALL ABOUT THE HOLLER.

 

            Underneath the drawers of comic books and classic novels, you’ll find the disorganised, aloof handwriting of a famed dblackjack cheat witrh his ‘I’s without dots and his ink blotted fingerprints staining the corners of the page. He was a meek child of sixteen at one point and we all had a piece of him to spit out and more if we felt like it. We didn’t feel like it, we just wanted to go home in our separate vehicles and with our squeaky voices relatively intact. The trucker never gave way, he threw us the mile underarm.

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