Happy fingers make bronze peeling from a box of feelings. Send it as is is is what is this snappy day lemonade snowboarding in a sparkly dream-cave. In fitness is static. In thigh mysteries are spirals. Cream cheese can't be what it seems!
No nice trivia allowed in our ketchup packet town. Only spin to speak colors. Only flap if willing to bloom sad ecstatic. Traffic's erratic if only to get nibbly on the bigs.
Slut of a time to be human it swears it wears its human like beans and pears. No square is immune to circle stares. Little darlings on the circle peel getting busy like circus seals. Feeled crowd spots frill on your puffy muff goulashes puppy. Stop clock clothing this instant.
Don't anxious juice. Get it graped staple lipped. In the fist. A tamp of the will hiss piss sniff wishes. Something of twisted gravy maid of my pill will your glade scented afraid be made still? You decide it's a fay riddle of slave stakes to be killed.
Caramel fiddles and bindles of skittles homeless smiling on the skillet. pickle regrets banking on settled sweat. Puddles of sight not feeling right nauseous frothing flopping delight. A razor blade trap in cranberry forest don't get foraged get bored on courage. Dancing on the gym sweater scuffed muddy with star cellophane cell phone batter prints printing as if they matter.
Grade: B+
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I gotta hear this one, Ms. Stein.
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