maturation chronically induces softer mirth than silhouetted holdings of the state of youth
no wonder starlings thatch the little sky imagination spawns suspicion of alignment are you at this moment indisposed, or is your pacifier still attached to who you say you are startling is the act of living in oneself according to the rumored specs that dictate shells appeasement's not all it's cracked up to be merely a phase of quiet that impedes vocal meandering why not hypothesize while on the routine job until each crevice seems to have a purpose each time a person goes into a room with ceilings higher than the topmost branch, illusion falls what's your weather like up there is it still snowing under wheels close to the bed sheila e. murphy
