Sprinkles

Hike hop hoops in marmalade swoops under swishing lake glasses of tang. Watch the mighty moves under spritely wombats covering helium balloons. Light a bathtub full of gasoline exploding in a rainbow of fricassee. Send southern salamander suits across the merry tele-tubby garage sale signs. Interviews start at quasi religious gatherings upon rainy days full of music and watermelon. Angelic fries sop apple juice from the eyes of anteaters. Do you like chocolate covered cutie pies in nature made holidecks? Catch the microphone until the dawn of time in racquetball courts. Reach to the peak of the mountain top in a cereal box translation of ancient Egyptian NASCAR tires. Belief is not the cut of beef that we expected in this brief zoom meeting of resurrected ayatollah sprinkles.

Doing

Once upon a mouse, there was a house that cried loudly in the night. I watched a lion creep across the meadow, looking for his prey. Then a priest captured a butterfly with a water hose. Feeling disturbs the snowstorm in the Himalayas. Book stop signs wrangle toilet seats in the southwestern plains. Seeking seven seas in the rope ladders of an oak tree, the snap dragon opens to capture a fly. Losing leftovers makes the lemon pie taste sweeter. How many lessons are carried in outer space hamburgers roasted to the happy medium with a warm pink middle. Liking looking lavish losers longing for apple pie scooter pacifiers on testament rollicking roller coasters of pancake scoopers. Sour cream lactate over the rainbows in sinks on special education mansions. Close ice packs on stadium sword battles. Bananas attack she wolves in sabbath day huckster wrong doing.