Aerial Hit Here, Supersaturated

Science needles go haywire when the magnetic field perks up near the poles; lava cooling into rock with parallel lines fanning out; they row up in yr direction.

The sun could use an atmospheric neighbor, a portioned curve

planning skylines that will soar, that will stretch

up to the corner front window torch-light paint-night and building buildings and buildings more;

Streetlights streetlight bringing to life houses and other beautiful things, how swords can do it to skin, do it even better; do it out in.

It is nice with lampposts and the occasional go-getter.

Of course it is appealing where it is colored, affording a feeling of radio luck in the listener, especially where it is a body and body throb and slide headlong on the road whereabouts Dawn was reportedly rising to meet her friend December and everyone tearful in transit (these situations benefit all).

Dawn, along with her cousin Lila, danced away with Andrea the shaved head girl, again out of her clothes being chased by boys.

I could smell the sum of Evie Mia and the crazy brew, Nette, who loved a quick shower. She wore high chiseled cheeks and whispered to all of us the most provocative things. She tried each ear on for amusement. She told me the things I should say in the shower with her. Everyone else soon caught on too.

The shadow could not be measured; I knew it, but didn’t care. Every tree rests and then becomes really nervous-high. The truth was out! This was all concerning the ins and outs of extramural demonomania and groundhog holes overtaken by humans.

Lila wept and Evie and Nette laughed but no one tried to notice or sing along it just happened; people working with their dreams and finally things got wild.

“I soon might satisfy the sad and topless…those actresses and models are warm and seek intimate questions.”

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit 

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