'Add A Word' Story Game

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths" replied ...

[Virgil]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied. (hadn't Xamonas already written "replied")
Faithfully..

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing...

(hadn't Xamonas already written "replied" - He had! Virgil trampled all over it though!)

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the...

(hadn't Xamonas already written "replied" - He had! Virgil trampled all over it though! --:lol:that sounded funny!!)

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid ...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently...

[Jay]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad

[wordseraph]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of..

[blp]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism

[mir]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition...

[ElizabethSewall]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets...

[Jay]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up

[Jay]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in

[blp]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a

[Transmogrified]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial..

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing..

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation...

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much...

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like...

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this...

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale...

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

[Transmogrified]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!
"Of course!..

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!
"Of course!..guitar

[chmpman]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!
"Of course!..guitar prodigies

[Pabu]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

Of course! Guitar prodigies

Giant...

[white camellia]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic...

[Chinaski]

failing .. .

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to ...

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize...

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm.

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm.
Hacky-sac...

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was

[downing]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two persons...
__________________

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled...

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled clockwise....

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals

[samercury]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger

[downing]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift...

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing...

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards ...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution...

[Pensive]

Argumentative Sod




Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 1,833 As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but ...

[RJbibliophil]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted...

[blp]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in... (is synchronomously a word?)

[Dickensian]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance...

[blp]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and No entry for synchronomously in my Chambers Dictionary, XC, nor dictionary.com, nor my apple dictionary, but google it and you'll find a few other people using it. But, I mean, does it matter?

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity.

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately...

[Jay]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar ...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings...

[Chinaski]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! ...

[RJbibliophil]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting...

[Bysshe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit

[dreamsbegone]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. end of story

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed... :D

[RJbibliophil]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva.

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva. But... :D

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait!

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! Theres

[Bysshe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! Theres a

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist ...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere...

(what's a somnambulist??)

[Xamonas Chegwe]

(what's a somnambulist??)

A sleepwalker

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst...

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards ...

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding...

[MeInDisguise]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays ....

[Riesa]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over...

[TBtheG]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown...

[Xamonas Chegwe]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

...

[smilingtearz]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious...

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things ...

[cuppajoe_9]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated ...

[Pensive]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...

[kathycf]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers,

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly,

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers!

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation,

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous mermaids

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous mermaids until

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous mermaids until someone

[Pompey Bum]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous mermaids until someone remembered

[kiz_paws]

As I stared, I became disoriented and slightly giddy because there in the clearing stood two superheros that appeared to be dancing.

Then the lily found itself swaying through the circles of bizarre winds rushing and whistling beyond illuminous shadows.


By the flickering lantern of youth, the passionate but restrained ancient two superheros seemed, on reflection, uplifted and slightly tired of saving the world.

"Why is your left head aflame?"

His left ear listens, the voice hoarse with deep sadness. "My lost love will never walk beside those fragile trees because those dreams have come to pass."

Awaking, G-Force Romeos at attention, waiting impatiently for teatime to come before his manacles felt themselves combatting birds that cough, wondering stupidly why penguins dance.

"Teammate!" I shouted. "Breakfast!!"

Three Warriors turned away struggling to run at the howling door but G-Force Romeos were self-immolating and disintegrating across boundaries. It slowly changes from cupcakelike swimming-pools misted thickly with marsh-gas, entangled creepers on dried-up riverbeds to a pool cue!

"How perplexing!" the warriors raged at Mephistopheles, "Lord we almost screwed up the most pointless battle ever to have our false-teeth rattling like marbles in the crypt."

Klaxons, then destined to make Barbie cue with a little, inarticulate voices coming unbidden like gnats.
Sophocles didn't mash Electra's nosegay because, paradoxically, it had already infloresced. Imagine all the fairies dying without a cause to rationalise!
"A pox!" exclaimed Master Bates, superheroesquely, "Upon my perusal of Wittgenstein, facts sputtered wildly into philosophical diarrhoea!"
"Replenish yourselves with unparalleled xweeths," I replied.
Faithfully diagnosing the carbonated liquid apparently destroyed myriad molecules of superheroism. My disposition towards parakeets has ended-up in a controversial confusing conversation much like this jumble sale extravaganza!

"Of course! Guitar prodigies," Giant Panda logic failing to realize telephone sarcasm. Hacky-sac was googled. Clockwise spirals creating cheeseburger came adrift racing towards resolution but resulted synchronomously in ignorance and ingenuity. Unfortunately the Guitar strings resolutely serenade bellydancing.

Wonderful! Sapphires glinting in moonlit. "End of story!" exclaimed Eva, "But wait! There's a somnambulist somewhere wobbling to-and-fro amidst guards wielding ice trays over musically grown cantaloupes."

Mysterious things gyrated with ...cantaloupes, star fish, otherwise known as exotic square-dancers, and gelatinous anomalies.

"Blasted Dr. Pepper guzzlers!"

Suddenly, sluggish pranksters lethargically lifted exploding boxes of hand-made Christmas crackers! Burning in anticipation, the half-mad poets tried haphazardly to capture rapturous mermaids until someone remembered that