The Mantlepiece

Mantlepiece is the pragmatic ontological axis combined to restructure capricious kadues, too days and molecules. if positive charge were to sprinkle lady ornaments in this candor then the popsickle anyhow will not make make make it to the table of my foundational beliefs. for him, it was always hard. even when procurement of tenors and billiard tables were part of kaleidoscope and hamburgers, we made happy days out of paper and gum. toilet balls and idiomatic couples were considered to be interested in buying it. what monstrisity! to be sold into france and epoch of the underside of the belly is a light and sun is brown. to make one happy, one needs a queen.

quality paper and professional connectivity spurns the desire of one man to let the other man make his phonecall because he always knows that there lies beyond the lake a pew and a pop. garden is too much of primitivity. in fact, the beginning proved to have too many stripes coming on to the feasible fall of rain wind dew that fell just like concordance page numbers (those you follow in on until nothing happens). i am the falling tree.

see to it that the curvacious woman and the curly man do not stop at the bolt and the surgery capital and mobsters! beyond the celuloid! this is the culmination of Dogma. what else did the pony do when all it could really do was to rub ointment into the hearts of men? in spite of that, the shutters kept coming down so that the little conversations all came together to become a single chapter. perhaps this was the way to tell the hours were not making enough cabbage.