Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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.