a pillage and loot this Saturday night was very cute as me foreboding but outside the coffeeshop with a map that haunt madam dacha with pouch in debt this resolute capture was Russian probe
gonzo machines blow snow and leaves but the wind also carries their load but wedge the road there as ice melts but salt exposes that collects like dust to stack this side of tarmac
my wriggling dory in nautical wine that attested my craw with my line high now artistry win a bite-sized cling that naturally could sing and dance with the air and rhythm of its strand
a lie letting go the news if statuesque and bronzed in shallow field she roust the lights then dressed down her clothes and was the most desired to flaunt again with her model legs
an arrogance lied in depths of fishermen as rine in shone was rival law that quest always superior in vapor and those inevitable waves in time what lore dithered our fortune together with heterodox
a hinterland there has corn and orient ties in court with his golden tight sweater so he'd cook tempura right with his catch of roughy 'bout now and in his kind place in Montauk
I'm ecumenical in dreams where they made things ring their atolls so habitual souls made self-government clean their lavish results on electorate and made things iron clad their best choice sequence again