Hot and Sanguine

Guess what? You're the omega to my footfalls. Blanch already. You're cosmic as a wagonwheel. Go stark and make my way a portico. Romantic fritterature on the cusp of pounce sugars my reptilian osmotic flounce. Or is that yours (again)? I'm peddling your wares. Hares redeemed from the canal the hue of smoke. Why don't you give up anymore? The point of saturation is departure. Pronged as any sculpted knife. You can find my miniature strife in perk when least exacted. Norm the carpark. Plan small destiny proximate to nunhood sans thick beads. Measure the walk by how many decades complete. Peat moss shows all morning walk. Skulking the perimeter with chalk. Parametric assumptions made in haste. How porous is your flight plan? Is the woodwind family still asleep? Try tapping on the bassoon. Double reeds annoy me my mindful nest. Creak open the screen floor and showcase the showroom. Are you divine intervention yet? It's crazy mesh around my florid arms. Stay put. Don't memorize your dreams. They're not coming (true dat). I'm alone here nibbling almonds before they turn to milk.