Hope is in the Air!

 

My very smallest trickling set appears to be missing but our weekend isn't yet ruined. All the floorboys are due to make a showing in a fine fashion. I'm not one to get overly sentimental even on days like this which remind the people I came with not to flee when enemy banners are deployed to maximum effect. The moment of arousal is filled with an abominable function, the fruits of which go a long way in dictating a distorted arrival. After all our efforts, the only pair left on our customary floor is the one you insisted I no longer mention. Everyone here has seen fit to comply with emergency restrictions and then some. In my own way, I prefer to hover in the distance to clock your progress through imaginary waters. These can present untold hazards to the unwary. If this describes a person who once shouldered much of the blame for my miscarriage, then there's someone who lives in the general area who might benefit from your expertise. Don't say you weren't warned. Otherwise I may have to knock your block off.

It's been my habit throughout the years to always pander to our weakest blind partners. That's because, once they've been briefed and have gone out of their way to befriend troubled adolescents, no one will be any the wiser if they show up in one of the suits which have so 'mysteriously' disappeared. Please forgive me if I seem skeptical of the generally accepted explanation of why your act no longer wears everyone down to a state where no one would want to take them to a show. I'd much appreciate it if one of our donors could make quick work of an all but forgotten proprietary agreement. With that out of the way, we have a clear shot to strike a blow for personal freedom and responsibility. The order doesn't matter but the vibratory frequency does. This is why our Maid of Honor is having trouble digesting all the material. And it's par for the course, if you ask me. If not, I can arrange to have someone brought in at the last minute to help fascinate some of our temporary staffers. After which they'll be headed  in a much needed direction, with all that implies. Is that any better?

Into whose capable hands do you suggest we place the remnants of an antique bowling cloth? It won't take much to see if your recording complies with international cut-offs. There should be a slot on the reverse location where a slight murmur can be detected only when the sunlight is obscured by inferior dental work. The time it takes to resume our inspection of a spoiled sanctum should be enough to live through all manner of life-like contests. Even with a feasibility study underway, who's to say whether or not it will solve our problem with minority applicants? The voices alone could bring metaphysical sand  into our stipend. It lives with us daily. Over and above any method of indoctrination, we can only hope that she can repair the broken cannister. It's something our family has cherished since before we created the original 'Living Method'. If it's true that the name which comes to your lips rhymes with a rare British treat, then I'd say you have nothing to worry about. This can't last forever, so please put your bits to good use and link arms in a final gesture of indentured solidarity, okay?

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