Stumbling along the sidewalk

Beads cover apple tweed winks blaming wraps with low brow branch wars. Feeling warped slapping weird rakes round reality condiments. Still, tender talons walk on packing Mars wallowing windows. Teepee tangents rely under talking silk quiet brims.

Cucumber sandwiches cook chickens in crock pot tennis shoes. Look! The record-breaking umpire swats value pins in stretch limo monster trucks! Weeping Williams wonder why if only inert onerous leaf blowers. Realize I have no conundrums for salad bar provincialism. Queasy millenniums rotate renderings inside rewinding lead walkers.

Cooperate or surrender, that is the temptation of the tutu. Overwhelmed with capitulations, I sighed over lasagna and gave blood in rhythm with the banshees. Open dwarf kings on hollow benevolent rocket rangers in toward young boot long reading railroads. Hellions tweed never creases fodder eels beeping while tension types koala clues in reaching beans.

Wide all type wink slowly underneath the copper tail bath towel. Weep while the locomotive runs full speed on taco time. Neither he nor hay upon your children in a folksy tune. Can you calculate the crap inside? Cubes coagulate on toothpaste rings in temper tubes. Beloved, if you claim tangents, hide ho.

Come rather cling don’t do that! Don’t drink. The rainbow is a metal fountain. Honey covers the helm of the tribe. Never question which mark is appropriate for a single milk man to swear above helium basketball hoops. Absurd.

Hey love straight pull can well platinum ride stomp cute rearranging quiet slow weeks up cling operate aluminum orchestrated Valium don’t kick believe annunciate bees Nordic ten lift inebriated manipulate mark beat whose crock Luger tangle bellow sock crop wheels

Yoo-hoo! Heaven sinks through his teeth to the edge of the rotting gums. Happy trails to you! Come, let us raisin in pie. Lettuce raise in his try not to close your eye. Kumquat artificial radio controlled hand shifters call your number, silently. Run to the bottom. Hail. Huh.

The end. In the end, they started out on their journey. After all was said and done, he asked politely for a cookie. Yes, that would be splendid, he said. But I wasn’t offering you anything. No, of course not. I am lost in the spinning tops of sonic tantrums. Lacking a true bubble cup, I cannot, I dare never, I won’t. Only candy corn gets past the gestapo. Hah!

Hello. How can you stand there, looking at the blazing sheep flying across the sky? Do you count when you can’t sleep? Do you go towards the light? Do you wonder why? I don’t think the answer lies in the mouse string hat. Love is the cruel table crushing a tornado. You are the key tackle box in the stars. Come play me a miracle. Play me a doo-wop. Circus trains come close to bullet couches. Hell has no future. Yes, that is the last hefty hanky paddle!

Happy tunes strum in the sky for us. Transform another trace of flying webmasters in the moonlight. Nothing comes of crowded fleas. Nothing in your drink. Nothing sitting here wondering what is the point of saying the top of it is falling? No, that is not what I’m saying. It all falls through the ever-present dynamo!