Metaphoric Hate....Coroneus, Wake.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

A Second Possibly Incomplete Tale

Bulge in a China Short

On stilts, presumably, he seemed perplexed at the orientation of spin. Stochastic was oft the glimmer of choice in such an impregnable example.

Righteously undone is sixteen different azimuths, it is somewhat unfair to place such a question right in the lower left lap of reason or other such arbitrary vestiges. Resonance indicates a purely metamorphic understanding of its melancholic state, wallowing in which, leads invariably to correctly derived confusions.

Fuming ever so slightly from a nor' nor' eastern orifice, he vented a fraction of his spleen in sheer defiance of the suspense of animation. Faunication, as some might will it to transliterate, is quite a few beisbol fields off its narrower cousin.

Surely then, this has to be it.