Friday, July 26, 2019

Just Another Third-Party Review Process.







Perry and Milba grew out of being two of Hanzi's closest friends 
in the interim of six feeling-states induced by the sophisticated placement 
of colored shapes (of one or more cloned varieties) on the back-most range 
of 'fear-desonde' up to and through fourth tier of sleep decision process markers. 
A never occurring pen loss segment sparks a response, with not much of a cover 
from which to take aim, the light of the lingering odor puff engulfs a freeze 
at nine and one half milliseconds past the go-throat nodule casting a prime gore 
encasement scenario.





What two widows have brought into the room, which I last 
painted over the the weekend, is unlikely to be detected as the Official 
strikes us as without ideas, even 'green' ones. But by now, any drill that 
could have ever been considered to have started, is but a few moments from 
complete depletion.  We are not the party of one who absconded with that 
distressed, non-stuffed toy chimeric rare bit, the one you praised. A slanting 
blade can aid the effort, even in hands deemed 'wrong' during a 
third-party review process.





It may be an insistence on 'it' scale growth that initially generates 
a slip-tide of lame followership, and a barely mute reminder that our 
'dear ones' depend on tongue for plow, and hardly ever the other way 
around, through, beneath and/or within. Can't you see this? We perceive not, 
but our gate is secure, if withered. 



No comments:

Post a Comment