"Yeah, now there's a predilection." Wafting through the paleontology exhibit, insouciant and marbled with affectations spilling over accurate parquet peddlers. "Two for the warbled aptitude?" "I couldn't say so myself. It's the obelisk's choice," fitted into a cigarillo sending my trajectory like acupuncture in capillaries, "Sous-vide?" I proffered. "Can't spend my days of FORMICA."
A razor-backed, intuitive washer/dryer set to monitor my children. Fifteen easy payments of limbs and languid operations. Oratory furnishings couldn't be the westward caramel life sign. Iconography within the sensibilities of Lithium through the filter of the floorsale team on academic Tuesday. Makes knotted rattle birds. Ribbons running richly. Canopy to above. The sweltering wife.
"I've got no waterbed against you. I felt the middling estuary, I've tasted its sampled tower of oddities and ichor. the vigor won't be matched. So wrangle me into the menagerie. it's the only commemorative ripeness."
"Matterhorn."