I'll See It When I Believe It

Poach purported approach to squeeze the remainder into a priory like chapstick blurnt forces a cracked kiss. Monstrosity writ part large inflects the brass section while the metrononme's away. 

Regularity turned farce laments ambient rescue intonation. Don't tell me I was there. Nomadic occupants of the pack afford sufficient space to unkempt brain light raining amid the pressure cook. 

Someone's sucked the lifeline from the coat pocket of an integer middle named Laurence in contrast to 

his father's middle Lawrence. Typographical errors impair systemic flair and flow only to be uncovered 

at a moment's glace at design-ification. 

Was there ever any grout worth frictioning toward truth. Life once simply stirred the porch into a nubile frenzy of nymph dancelets glimmering to keep neighbors at bay as whinnying sounds mainframed their way into rain breezes in the unsafe woods due for a mulligan to put us out of their misery the depths 

of colossal fossil left bagged for the archives.