Welcome to the Gas Age Reap week wall it repays playdough om doom Eeyore out. Analysis no longer required tearfully displayed political conviction from the me dia, specular agency in in ternational markets defends capital interest, let alone interest in this with out spelling it out of the game. The safe bet pets the pet. Finch hitters are quitters. Liars (tiniest nominalist flinch) walk. Coin crumbles like the rest of it spilling out, but for a hounddogAs mouth. Convinced "if I cash my head above the change while I'm still far away I'm in range." Next exit text haven. "Agents of change sign on anything." Zephyrs to their lairs requesting crosshatching for heritage status blowjob. Grease oozing back as truth in accounting firmsA pipes. Expressions of thatchwork counterculture. "Your ducts & grease -- hicksville!" "Feeling exposed gives me narrative balls massage." "I'm a PG retiree." "Free Feed Feelings." But don't counter your thatchwork before it's well laid, or go gormless into the rooter, the motor, the rotor, the skooter -- the metaphors matching socks. Take a wheezer. Multiply it by national parks. Add a buyout. Then offer noun asylum. As a great leavener of human sediment the partyAs "can do" reactor opens all fudged lines tie-dying universals. The Soreshit Enterprise life still forms from Greimas's grid. A grey mass puckers the lid "& no plugs allowed...." Swab the grease. Iffy cultural swabs a place with taste in Kaloua with the law. Lawyer yayas out side. Flaps jack looks up "bigfry" in ideological dermis -- as charged. Massive waste sitter hangs the atom out: hung-up in shingles. "NothingAs left inside except insides of the outside, which are paid for which you have to pay." Explains basement paranoia about windows & sign on door: "Stranger lives here." Lone loan lake lot prop. your prime ticket chargeAs skid mark on the ass vault & "gimme a sign," shopworn form extruded from executive fineprint in the haystack of freedom to burp a camel. The pompopus came perilously close to the ex it ting uish or tinc tion sign in lobby of love where monitors roam at the counting table of PembrokeAs arcade. "Goes for broke but just keeps on licking the papers." Canadian de Sadeians for the Pollution of Onlookers invite you to their annual Gunny Breather. Paralysis no longer required series of substitutions on backs of tried phrases goes this far appraising "public" language, after "private" structures social gaps. "Gunny Quilture Sacks Fall Lineup." "Hemmed Still Ditches Uncertainty." "Quitter Currents Jam Picnic Hopes." What they say the lips parade. A fall for it. Composition by wreaths.
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