Bump Flop

Maturity needs roots. Bitumen. Stimulus calliope. Indigo pleasure. Meanings. Incongruous sails. Collected implications. This propels a bump flop. Jaw. I cream a fat shaggy chronicle.

Age of mockingbirds. I ruminate on the paper birds we saw. Donkeys. Let this provoke a massive spoon to vein. The friendly swans of string. Wrinkles. Descriptions squashed by construction. Our secrets are octagonal and orange and fasten sand. Scream. Clang consideration. Travel by walking a representation.

Remedied feather. Stitch. Moody grapefruit that a box contains by sweaty propulsion. Triangles. Violent blasts. Eager bulbs. Hungry proverb unraveled in blood. Flirtations. Writing biology.

Glue worry. Refined by raspberry. Rain. I fold it to lucidity. Athleticism. This generates an expansive sense of pink wash. Oasis. Suitcase full of quixotic progress rooted in wax. Proposals poked. Tears pinned to a demand.

Dimension. Riotous indispensable plunge. Robin army. Garlic. Implicit thinking. Letters tug a begging green force. Concentric parabola. Sidewalk fang amazing raw landscape. Malleability. Mutating oblong. Wisdom crashing through a bag.

This causes journeys. And expansion.

Feathers that were the itch of science. As if a sentence opened. And spread itself into reality like a hawk.