The basics
of robotics and the tendency to involve invalid protocols happens more often
than you think. Dealers are tripping over hodge podge because they refuse to
acknowledge the beginning of the circuit and its relevance to the motion.
Frigates are my destructors and I shall not forsake them in the name of the
yuletide greeting. My wheels are explosive but never in the wrong places.
Kindness and xenophobia are the two extremes in this case: follow neither to
the end of a page. Waxwork romance is a gruesome question to pose against the
timely white spot. Brisk, be brisk and
wear it outside.
Let's look at the mechanics of
pigeon droppings. The inner-workings are hardly intricate but defy the gravity
of levity and the brevity of nuisances. I saw the golden ribbon slide through
the slicing and demand it's protrudence in the rectum of godliness. I, of
course, reprimand only to pass the time as my grassy balls grow. Japery and
vortex thinking shall open the opaque earth into its final wind-down. Blow it
out your foghorn and tickle the unproductive wing. Crazes and breezes fold in
on one another when nobody looks to check. Porous clips and everything we've
seen.
Pounce at the green grocer and
don't tell him why, ask him instead. He will be forced to roll back his eyes
and reveal a deathly laser that incessantly shoots from the cavernous jaw bone
of all former factory workers. It was a fine implementation and subtle at that.
Only myself and my twin sister know foggy waters. Snooker understanding is a verification
of the bruises on the rake. Brilliant bull dogs are jousting for the sake of
the unwelcoming frost. Button mashing is like a package that refuses to budge
when faced with an almighty snowplough; be sure to baggage your goods.
And one more thing, don't badger
on about the cuboid and its proclamation of joke brokers. Blistering gargantuan
availability will step on the toes of the great and the frigid alike. Bow and
keel and so we begin again before the daytime orifice. Dominoes like glittering
pages, prosthetic in their charms. Cruise control on the northern front and no
way to reverse without colliding with a careening thing. Piggy storms and
fingered noses are at the end of all mechanical rainbows so don't bring the
umbrella just yet. Sixty seven thousand Cherokee cherubs align with your way of
thinking and snub my own.
But oh this is life and life has
a violent range of hats. It cannot stand because of its curbed rays and it will
not accept in case the silence ends up crawling before the prestigious. It has
taken a while but now we realise that we are the ones with the asinine dialects
and the shit for lips. Magnesium tripartite theories and plenty and plenty of
gauze. There are pound signs wherever we speak so we shouldn't complain before
we've had a chance to forgo them all at once. This is what we mean by good buy.
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