I
noticed my neighbor is rising here by 396 meters, that he is 1,299 feet above,
and as I am sunk in this harbor, so all the ways there are sharp peaks which had
been named for the discoverer’s resemblance to that traditional shape of
concentrated refined loaf sugar. Anyway,
I’ll keep drowning here while looking up, and I begin realizing that a mouse
will not explode when your mouth is defiantly not my home. So now, and sonar, and snorer, I’ll just hope
I can roam in all this Roman Bromine.
You may think I am Bromium Hyde.
You had better hide as you glide you little snide clyde. You shan’t collide if you have me as your guide. So, just gulp the chain and sweep your
sleights. I have to keep trying to tell
you that my brother is Broxide (Br) with his arid acid avid disced brown liquid duct elephant. My Br
sure has his own owned owed noon metal
click and that makes it bad for you to
get into his body. You won’t get a halo.
You’ll be going to halogen. Your
new Atomic Number will be 35. Just wait cause your indigestion will cause
your weight, and you are told you should not inhale. Vegetable Oils and Soft Drinks have used
it.
For
that Vegetable Oil, drink it with the Origin of ‘stein.’ For you the German is ‘stone.’ Now that you are getting ‘stoned’ we can see
your smug mug, usually with a bunch of earthen wares, wars, warts and other
unawares holding beers, especially in their underwears, which they share,
making them underworse. When you are
reading your Gertrude Stein, let her introduce to you U.S. authors in France. You got to take that chance to drive to
France, let’s dance. When you dive across county lines you are holding and
sipping from Heinrich Stein with other German Statesmen. When you go to a doctor, that morning use
your William Stein to prepare for a
recommended U.S. biochemist. I don’t
know if you speak any other language but English tells people that you were barred from earth because
you had too many Steins. Frankly you are
a Frankenstein.
Since I am trying to specialize in the
number theory, my new automorphic in
forming geometry is "Fauna,"
which refers to the animal life of a particular region, time, or
environment. That is in contrast with "Flora" which refers
to plant life, not necessarily on the floor. Apparently, my life is not your
life. But, I guess, that is because my
parents are not where your pair rents.
Do you even have a pair of pants.
I hear you are out of breath.
We know you are collectively
biota. Not me. I am a fun guy and you just call me fungi.
Instantly
provisioning databases worry about my clusters.
My Flatulence keeps handling a lot behind the scenes. Protagonists like to borrow from my latin.
This Hololive is one of the biggest productions of my
neighborhood’s Tuberama Agencies, which are introducing glances of
torments. And again, Enigmatic stories
keep getting lost within this kingdom.
Those latent conservative reddits
feed secretion into surrection. Come on
now! Dry ease those road markers. You’ve got to remember that my favorite
Enigmatic stories are intentionally lost within this kingdom. For me, some largest conservative reddit
feeds section into secretion. Now let’s just
dry ease road markers.
My abuse is dairied correspondingly
to pherenial mortality. Fits of
morality and fists of monopoly. If I
think I can hear it, it is not near my ear.
That means that, if you can grow it, it did not get into your
elbow. If someone else can ride they
sure ain’t got no pride. They are just
another ballroom cloak dance in which trippers perform primately in clothed
positrons. Your Viennese lander keeps landing
your craft on my danceroom floor.
I am glad the Cyber Loch Ness electricalled that Cellular Monster. Would you, had you agreed, or do you have a
greed? I’ll keep looking for a barber,
or am I a barbarian with a bar beer?
You Fenchurian Detectives are no
other otter than Harris Complis. Some Hand
Maidens in square rows in Denmark meticulously create the use of Turkish with
these hammering technical squads. What
you did will just cause some Dancish Nation Academics of Muscles to keep parking
by hearses horsing around in hours to hose your nose with their seismic routes. All you can get from that is a fine cotton
gingham with hastes in the gentle west wind, a long associated sprinkling of
tonic.
Hey now! Zephyrus took
that clod of the wet wind Anemoicing cell curruptions which
he periodically
trained to model a call with some chap who recently intercalated conservative
wanderers. Now they are gone away, while
ample tissued intelligences develop and launch language modes for foreign
visitors. They want us to just burn
ourselves from costumed reaction gurenets without spreading the needed atom waste.
As usual, park energy is imposed
from allergies that affect the united verse on others’ largest scales. Park energy dominates many universities. It is existence coming from measuring feet
instead of inches. A cosmetic
construction would remain content across lime and face. It is probation that attached with a varsity
of angels, such as pirating their theories of impravity.
Tower Away, Tow Here Away, Where Do
You Go When You’re a Coward At Bay. Is
that a Cow Herd at Bay?
Can you placate a mausoleum Moscow
Mule? Or do we wedger the weddings of
welding welcomed fossil fuels?
Come, Come. The X-men Elate Illogically Impose their
Finest Hour. Hour about you. When planteens become polygonises in their
own mortal shell.
Hiss, Hat, I am Hated at Bat. Who
are all these coagula things? Schooley
in the smoolie. Sprechen Sie und
Spoolie. Am I just a Were Wolf or the Worst
Wolf? Oh, Garbage Man, Garbage Man, I Do
whatever in your Garbage Can. Are you
looking for my Location or will you just Lock Oceans? Just give up and vote for me. I am running for Gun Fun Nor. You just keep running away. I can’t count up my votes. Or is it, votes for me don’t count. Count Down.
Count Dracula. I don’t know if I
count with Algebra or Allergies.
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