Mangled by the silence clearing frustration away, the lack of sound is the sound that's found to be most relaxing today. Waves are calming, fire's just dandy, a chime in the wind at the right time is handy to do the trick that which you wish to preform. Careful your words or you'll summon a storm.
Flavourful astro not, afflicting or depicted lifting troublesome objects that would otherwise be sifting through the mix of evangelical optimism capturing hearts at the whim of an obscenity whispered in a busy corridor where trouble is brewing. Get the whisk to briskly switch that which is air into foamy like disks.
Opportunist take the fletch of the arrow guided next to the hero who's narrow minded decisions get him swept into a life style of peril, engaging into battle whether words or with his fists, armed with dynamite could cause a fright, and knives are quite the risk. So he battles with ethereal vibrations of the serial situation unbreakable, mix hotdog water with your cereal.
Hopping down the stairs covered in soap is kinda quicker than a wheelchair up an escalator drinking shots of malt liquor, cause the o.e. is straight oh no. Where the Schlitz is like a shizer in the woods beside a tiger, dressed in a zebra suit with bloody steak draped on your visor. Hope you can run, or at least have some fun before your face is that of Sigfried's when Roy and the Bengal had won.
Wrecked em filler, up north in the woods there's a thriller of a cabin made from logs and stone that's really quite Iller than some houses shown on cribs surrounded by ravenous sibs who fight for the right to be all kinds of mad libs. Excite if you will the idea of tranquility as the lake standing still is unlike your whole family.
Baby chickens getting eating for the sake of the feast, where do souls go? into chickens maybe that's saying the least. Recycled funk records should sell candles that seat atop of the record as it spins twisting heat which is mantled defeat of the battle of the wick and the flame for example the saddle.
Cranberry crambrizzle who lots of ham nizzle, get a load of Sam Wise Gamgee attempting to spam the sea with quintuplets of slam dizzle. Narcoleptic hole traps, spinning around words to sleep people hold that. Hold the phone, while e.t. phones home in hopes to hear his girl, long distance rates apply, calls cost is out of this world.
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