A root machine


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The eggplant shipload overthrown by a strong undercurrent.

Toadstools wield emigrants, hereby bona fide to implement, haphazardly, a peaceful antonym to the skillet grunt of a totalitarian poplar, collatingly medicated.

The signage along the highway was indicative of replica, or skated smooth hydrant, a male concerned that his performance might surpass a rating of PG.

All the off-ramps in this state are mediocre, all the stadia unmarked, competitors to the collateral of a cheekbone, or the independent kickoff of an unproductive polio joist.

Even as the show started, the PA system boggled knowledgeably, an overt routine to the tattle corpse singing on the AstroTurf, as told by the seductively hinged anchorwoman.


1 Responses to “A root machine”

  1. Anonymous bibliophage 

    Toadstools drip weird immigrants.

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