Azh’Noina is both the name of the island and its chief city. In form, the island is nearly neo-trapezoidal, and a deep, narrow embayment, fourteen smiles long, almost divides it longitudinally into two unequal parts, an aureole of gnats and a metronome of meteors. Out of the field, on the west, as the sun drank down the horizon, which forms the main body of the island, the white bone is called Hix’zrtu; and that on the east is called Laiztix’zur, which in Moilaiez means “the blistered trapezoid” or “the tongued fork”.
The best thing to do is to stay awake at night. The best thing to do is try a second night if you can believe it. Helios been doited all night. Prepare hymns to dye. you are singeing. If you know the night, the culprit has a small photostat and in the middle of the night he gets up in the dark and takes a historian without sitting.
Until that night
then please stop
One night
all night again
night night night night
One night
all night again
then please stop
Every morning I sing of Iskorahk Gisorie, the drunkards sit in heavy loads, but the river is waiting for me ~ And on the wedding day, Kramga't Gahoh'k, I forget no prayer - keep away from the children I will destroy my enemies with the blind snake.
Avoid the
misleading,
weapons and
everything that is small -
the orchid sighs
secrets are revealed
the blister bulges
stars rain down swans moan – sadness
mud-broken wheel spokes
All that's missing is a pair of shoes. They pop up everywhere like little sinners, eucalyptus and tulip leaves are frequently affected. Here they looked like schoolboys, strange fishermen on the Tree of Mortise Dada.
The desert deserves a haiku
or something beautiful.
The industrial desert is yours -
Beautiful castle!
None of the renaissance stuff that mime saxophonists and musicians have offered in the last decade is appealing to retro haigii-kulei or anyone else most affected by chronicle loss. What's missing is the casuist ralian influence on iconic bottle souls. If there is no zero, the shape of the silver plate will be distorted. Are you against this situation?
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The stone atmosphere is literally fash'l, the posture of fasting. But Hints are such a personage that they quaffled toxicant potomania. When the wall is wet, the wet wall weeps nullifidian thermalgesia.
Behaviour of earthquake walls – an epigeous comminator butterfly wings. Maze kitchen was dedicated, so that the water rose “as high as the arytenoid preessential cinnamon phantom waves” before turning to stone.
Stone has other unique properties -
Coptic exhilarant coyote phonation,
in knowledgableness green
these Hellenic limitless orchid-leaves
cubes caution -
even the walls are crumbling here
In the sagest stag alights
no knot spagyric candle
how soon it must sit.
As limitless puddles drone...
askew knowledge enables less
nesting into pearls,
pearls!
birds again
sweat winds
This tree is a kind of chicken. And another unusual feature is that this stone tablet quietly speaks to two spiritual issues.
~ Chef Boyardee, you make Good Cookies.
~ Mamma Mia, that's a spicy oatmeal.
Children's teeth coordinator - found in pediatric dentistry literature: There is "success" in children's teeth. Children's Teeth are prosaic allegorical techniques of recombination.
If the conjecture is true, these properties or commencement turns heads, as come any two black holes that share the chew on hard things. Gums click other electromagnetic waves at baby’s teeth - if mass and energy travel a parable line.
Articulated Mass and Energy: Gnawing or when your baby’s teeth spacetime through their gums - strong nothing-waves travel as babies begin to teethe between voids for it is odontiasis - otherwise featureless drool, which can cause a rash energy to escape. Moreover, quantum fields and 7 different pickles for every baby builds stanza-energy of paragraphs. The symbolism parameters are indistinguishable from Lots of Spacetime curved by tropes, predicts that Teething is an event horizon.
Gangling glow worms muster mustard in meandering alley miasma - the rest have seven runs through The Round-about in Blue Hues At Deep listening and eco-asemic writing one of greenish-white. The eco-asemic writing cleaves the water - times calm weather polka-dot pineapple piranhas' pirouettes in together so that they couldn’t be academics - operate eco-asemic pineapple piranhas in Blue Hues – show slow scream nettles' planters, we got languor fire-shouted Deep listening Deep listening Deep listening - The first and third tissues trailing with quiet Fall colours of the scholars offered caveats to avoid dancing parts dancing dancing dancing obah-obah-boo-boo-boo ~ metaphysical malapropism prisms have five syllables each Friday promptly at 6:00 pm. bandying this cant and argot still life arrangement is weaving the components, the bath-tub in lustre lathes and pointillism planes - hagiography quartered without leaving tendrils of connective can’t possibly comprehend the whole boughs because that oyster focus vendors howl into flaws blush blush blush obah-obah-boo-boo-boo SALE ENDS VERY SOON
Be Moon Sand.
This is the name of the program. This is the name of the program -If there was a gene and a war. Gene war. OK, good news. Good news guys. Watch until you want results Translation result, "If I were happy, I would work."
If I was happy, boat turnip working. I tried to analyze my history.
Something is the Source. This is the name of the pro frame.
This is the name of the sand.
I will send my shepherds back to investigate this story. I will restore my shepherds.
Bring back my shepherds, this is the seer's warp drive.
This is the storyteller's struggle.
I will send this messenger.
I will send this messenger. Inside you, I am a predator paradox.
I am a predator.
I am my predator.
I am my predator.
Glue Oud - Do not rejoice that this old addict has checked the well. The source is meat. This is the name of the gig custard lute.
This is the name of the story. Name the creator of history -
indeed? indeed? indeed? indeed? Now trust me. Now trust me. If you see the closure. See closing. So when you cut the power, the public finds them to be good. frequent is good. Do they like to find out if this is related to an ongoing investigation? Better to continue? I'm closing. So koliachte, I'm an umbrella I program them. I use it.
"Masks are made of different kinds of material: cardboard, velvet, flesh, the Word. The carnal mask and the verbal mask are worn in all seasons.“ — #ClaudeCahun
This quote is the theme for Issue 6 of #ExistOtherwise#LitJournal, which is available for you to read at
I confessed my love.
You thought it was a #mercurial mind's
unforseen turn,
blowing hot&cold,
like a rough weather
pattern to withstand. #Hobnobbing with
the crème de la crème,
you laugh with disbelief.
How can I convince you?
#Lividly running in circles, my words lose their luster.
Pity has no place in a lover's heart