Traversing opposites the morose schoolmarm feeds lilting nothings through the porous sponge oblongata of legions of child automatons, words to writhe and contort lumpy grayish matter hemispheres circular logic board member sizing up Koestler’s “summing up.” Tip the pump they say and the flow became more affordable, I read all about it and will drive right out of here when it gets to 77 cents. Times three that budget will take me a scooter-length away from this dafthouse. Ortheum. Ortheum. Ortheum. Return your buck.
Fervent gestures of broad conjecture perturbed the jester, bringing the blankly barbaric humor to plain mean-spirited. The jokes for some bring missed opportune back to face the wrath of graciousness, where former Go-Go’s Schock value in an interview bungalow on the outskirts, or the time with Carlisle and Valentine at the Palladium, hailed vacation-worthy by Travel & Leisure, cement any leads or frayed knots that might have pole-shimmied for a lurid and lucrative (or lucrid) past. Each cornerstone is likened to the rum-runners of small cottage philosophy; sotted and soiled, crumbled bleu cheese carnage, and the sow, sans lash.
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