Bumper sticker fallacy; wisdumb in time of smart man chips salad drink and fries no more no less just John mayer's toe jam.

What seems to determine our efforts. Illustrations are pictures; pictures have a raw tendency to herald mere terrapins for exaltation. Purposes exceeding parameters which bind (contractually) forebodingly chilled tripods store much energy. Energy that is used. Energy that is used. Energy that is. I seem to inherit most of Danube, he seems to find pebbles in midsts of fury; furious mist unwavered triumphs through the night, scathed only by bathed slaves... So saddle up and hold on. Mechanical bull Joker style, my favorite. Ice cream can't be a favorite - it goes against all that North Broward Prep star quarterback Jo92 seems to remember after his fatal concussion stories: lol - aftershave can't accomplish half the things Dan Marino did. Still after that relic? Give ten cents to Herald, his mere terrapins exalting purposes exceeding his own seem to contractually bind him into making rash decisions he didn't even want to consider indie revolutions stifling creativity but all the more fostering retribution of souls when organic molecules drop from hard times and schedules seem to be all of a sudden filled with helium but not the kind that makes vocal chords deviate from standard deficiency pool-hardy scandals.

Impoverished entropy inquisitors

I can feel each tanager that Crystal bear grounders, lining the periphery of linen rattlers, do in fact perceive. Cretins, my friend...Cretins. They sway and swoop to each deranged formula set in part by excalibur's sword (again - this is seen in the rapport between Maersk and Asplundh trucks) . Also addressed in this everlasting addendum of publix lemonade connoisseurs exudes prophecy of elmo's toe cheese fungus accumulations. All of a sudden, the aforementioned "What? I already had 14 popsicles. They dissolved like fire in ice, creating treachery and balloons every which way they... Kar98k random FRAY GUN (spilled cadavers) [ syntax error] " reminded me that life was worth living, even if punctuated by Baccarat table makers. Cry, cry, cry; Pour wrath on Gunther: Stories of my youth seem all too faint when compared to the Adz of Ilks unrecognized by Ceramic martyrs. It may or may not be snowing in Norway but that gives you no penitence worthy of dodging Java applet miscommunications. In other words, he really can't eat that solid of food if you keep badgering his efforts to sustain gradient proportions & cut.