LINES FOR BAD LIARS
About the obligatory nobility of that plagued peach:
she doesn't really listen. Her ears are in tatters.
She's untheatrical, the slow cooker
in the era known colloquially as the "Grass and Coffee Age".
My god, what self seeming music we act on this stuffspace, what other centuries, pounds, news and pages?
This is some deep cave with unimaginable and archaeologically valuable salvageables.
Not only does he have two cats, and not neutereds, but he also has a livid monkey, and a goat out back.
I'm luxurious in the nexus of roast beef.
I'm nascent in the bonjour soir roast beef.
There are iron bars and fossils in here to remind me of prison.
Things that should be done naturally in the beginning of the day should not be done at later periods of the day, because hours pass.