Flashes of chemist, mine carts, there was a promise of life. These Greek legs aren't greedy and Immanuel has me spirited for the charge. First search'd be Buddy Hackett, d have to make that intentional. Buddy's perty on his feet, we're into countess dub, we hate it already - somewhat isolation be great - tanker rollin: recreate this day with williwaw, 'd have to eat an actress, wouldn't I?'
This has been an extraordinary night and M is aroused to say, 'What a sucky way to live' cos she isn't a priority - a nice sized reach but not much else - and a snapper goes off at 4:41. It's an impractical mistake for the estate to've dug (long e) nuclear snub cos she was dynamite.
Wolf habit, you know. My favorite things are dying. Encountered is a language of misogyny scaled by grace of a faulty hose - pictures and hi toll recordings that don't quite sync up.
I see what wonders M has on appliances. There's a slithering buffoon, my pale palatable prince, how miniature Don gets past.
Don's real worry is correlation ceremony. 'Gee, I feel bad,' wearing hand me down Reeboks that're tight - how it really must be sponsorship of this website, it's a mighty big IF, and [she] gives me the finger, sending lots of ideas for rings, and I can't escape this filter.
I feel encouraged. At the office with energy, 17083, an ever cancelled tour later this afternoon now that we have time to think. We're given a whistle, cymbals bobstay... matter's exposed, banshee moon is everything... found talking to it, grown to accept a truth.
In a letter composed for simple hardupsmanship, television executive haggler stressing: love/hate in a jiffy, talking to a wall, footballer on prayer, honey in swamp. His anecdote is Mehmet and bees, proposing to an old mother with a walker and two first graders - one who doesn't want their little ears hurt.
Stress related injuries, 'a defined hack having gone too far, hurting other people.'
'We can be fair.'
'I saw your piece.'
'Well, a swing... You're a sweaty monster.'
Scraping his boots on gravel. 'Yarbrook?'
'Plea to imagination.'
'That's copper falling.'
Chin goes out. 'Surety.'
On knees to pray, this to be specific and express 'Jesus--'
'Went with the patriots. You were unsuccessful.'
'--inevitable in citing Justine, I follow it back to this bisexual thing and I know we can be friends--'
Parabean Letter: 'Dead' and 'swear it's a picture of John Locke.'
'Neck warmers're supposed to help.'
Romanian woman from across the pond: 'Are you blessed to have company?'
'Think he called it investor core.'
'Will you give me your charity?'
'Tell me eventual.'
'--it's so primitive. No wonder you've been cranky.'
'I don't know what she wants.'
'Cashin in on that favor really fast.'
'Here on Fridays.'
'Martin's joy coagulates.'
'Would you say you go plump for her?'
'Is there a problem?'
'Madness' - flatterer - and a complete, separate thought: 'Stuck on madness.'