Monday

Quit While You're A Head



Lots of people say a lot of ordinary things. Lots of people listen.

Sidewalks to blister. Your cousin does damage. Laughs in the kitchen is better milk fed. Dressing down. Right into town. Clavicle cool.

Work for porcelain. The divvy up room. Pretend I just met you. Fortune is a barrel of five hundreds. Monkeys. Then the chapter ended. Cliff hanger.

Together to safe servers barber. Outsider better. Target a rival. Approval ratings. Data meets habits advantage one. Kissing a fool. Dangerous program.

Kieffer Dave Davidson. My glory. Too hot. Scene one take one bandaid cross town bus. Waiting for me and love. Music in the air raid siren dance of seven vials. Everybody into the pool.

Asking at or did indeed be well and they ever the last one was. Poor. Or open doorway cousin to let be with it for lasting relations to mythic mapping math mistakes the stakes are quite high.

They turned on a dime. Don't mention the gun power light switch decorator sign. Seal. Deliberating sounds of searching for reasons in seasons and stars. Could Steve be also then worry be mine if you are careful. Too true friend. Birth.

Look at the desk. Tabling bone matter of good opportunity grinning and signing through floored stem glasses. We see them. We're sighing in doorway Matterhorn. We came to our knees. If you please. Waiting for reading and having some peace. Didn't stay too long enough for crying. The blue blue blue. Kelvin. Red. Pointedly said.

That was a mouthful and listing a graveyard categorical. Gravy train. Kicked when I'm down. Positively or else chain. Thinking. Ming the merciful minding the bowl the water of just in a moment the river ran dry. Month. Aperture learning my furniture rich cravings for doctor O'Leary's mucedinous of mine. Mice.

Clipped hair droppings the floor, the shirt, Ok it is ready. For it to be real in case of emergency. Finding it. Poor boys. Cleft. In the tone of Kent Williams first symphony lines up parallel to facing us rightly or not the stove is left on. Overnight. Water. More water. Still.

Tom T Hall Parker pen. Custom road manager. Ravenous memory. Oshawa counting your eggs before they've been hatched. Snitch. The boil on her tongue wagging dogs tails are symbols of knights at the table call horses the cubby hole doily doll feature shop window is treating displays of the likeness of drawing the king of the plane.  

In case glass breaking the walk in the park. The beach is still missing. There goes another one. Balls and dogs and small children are learning the balance of features anxiety graven. Mistake. An image of correlates. Dozens.

Quit while you're ahead.

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