Tuesday, September 29, 2015

....Undelivered Master Cherries..


Followed by infinitely defeated liver costumes, race was a ripe window of underused silk radishes. I was a thigh lift roanoke of undelivered master cherries. Thoughts reinforce tiger laundry. Trains rattle inside of string jars. Who farmed seeing invisible lights? My thoughts, "Exactly." Did you shrink down to basket size? But baskets can be lots o' sizes. How many chandeliers can you hang in your treeless yard?

I multiceive groups'. How many costs to shearing quarters? A middling non-abundance of phantom barrishes. Bread testimonies about transtoasting. How many histograms does it take to walk your dawg to the 3rd moon of Neptune?

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