The fat cat's swift ogler eyes boiled twice between the cute face which he hoisted and the smothered iceberg hosted above the surfaces.The Alle Street mover bid thrice his braces,strode the strife of a shocker train stalemate in her next renegade:
Virtually delayed and the muscular jockey must now have thought of Hockey.

Sputtered sheen rather shaggy with bottle lather,stuttered from condemning the other.Lucky though,to be condensed in the prose of a Pair of fresh Stockings coming with the Proprietor.Yet panting sulkily from being fatigued and breathless.Her agile frame turned in spontaneity,an extant procession which had the description tropisms and it was just...
Time for Thymine seasoning at Rhyme & Reason.

Red roses,white ones,wine of the Vine setting from glass designs emulative of the Upanishads;

Weaving Cherubs on burlesqued backdrops,winding clocks,Philosophy facets and the irks;

Bluffed Asclepias,the Apron and a tenement.

The two giggled within their unsound doctrine of lustfulness,beneath the lead-heavy grumbling noise from the veritable Dorchester's in the constraints also juxtaposing the silence with the Vestibule which came at an unbearable sentence of a hundred Rifles and a hundred thousand rounds!

Gurgling with the proud and loud pontificate souls,the majority whom vetoed motion that they wouldn't allow a derangement dampen the holiday mood or falter their conviction to alter the body with inkling for one conversant Doxology major in the midst wouldn't hear of it!

What attendant moves lip about her bereft emotion,now that we're damned from ruin?I would've wrenched my heart but I won't;
Won't,won't,won't!
Dit Sondag,more elk nie kom mi lidfe.

You woolen hat,you woven hag,you woolen hat;
Look at her sun tanned mug,with the pupils dilated and Cyclops mildly bruised.What luck she does even care a word for the advice I'm lending on Televiz about daunting?

"She says,'i mean to take a planned trip to the Vatican this February instead of swindling off a Cinnamon everyday and savouring all the vermin they feed in Erindareth.'Wooing isnt she,looking bruised and wan always."

Thats as Maria surged onto the visaviz spot opposite some majorette case and adjacent the nascent curve on the upper rack castings from the arrived coach.Her machetes clinched before they sate and the curtain drawls next akin to Bullock's sentiment on light adjustments,resorting from his assorting of the fragments and pieces,what twopence Porters in Paris nicknamed a gentleman's Valise during Renaissance periods.