words are round

some niners of doktor alfred

words are completely spherical she says tottering in her lararium as though clouds were renal carcinoma and hökarpanna some rapture of affliction

i am sitting here he says most like trees or death germanely though both have been repealed by machinisme and some digits of his meat march outward like porcine tharm in anguished shambolisms

one rolls now look she says but the getting tangled with prohibitorum in your connexins making lutembi look perturbed and turbid   the minute grims

i am the donut in the jelly he says to avoid a simple pun i am a loop of henle in your latte and esurience

to the azores we went she says like crocodiles in a necrophilic hermitage confabulating dragooning your alembic up my skirts like a qtyx (sic) and i cum like a nordhessische bratwurst wurster meister

i am an angled angling anglo angler im fawsley kuhn he says that tintinnabulator who in loco loco qui iam vas confregit in enlisted demarcations

see flocks fly now and then and whens a library like an able when it disempowers and she cackles like a galidictis fasciata rowing through some offal to a g hole in a sexed suped el camino

i am doktor physics wtf he says and the fs for affix but dont let those dimensions eat your esoternity  geometrys just another word for zed or zee and your alphas not your actor abel apples

were diagnosing   we are gouch and cown pillpit techlearn dadadose to whomanize euclids elemental ooqlets that yabut is our azimuth and occultatings

i am εγώ εἰμί הוה היה הוה היה jorges borges im an ousted jilted rancid id of id doktor wordroll en savourer la surfemelle and i vant våffla

the zincs kinking in and my knickers need a wicking will will will it for us so help me junk and fraud

i am not in the rollings and the sphereings  i laxatate like bolelia gracebirdle in the enemata of her husbands  i am not with me or even with he says i am clock queen clinamina

their circumference she says unknows limits to swerves of resurrectine guedoufly extract of those like zosimos uberubuneins of cupellation

i am no pythagorean he says no hairy clitorides i stomp stumpings and deposit seamen in botomated mountebanks for accounts so erectile .mobi flees gigalomanias semantics

their centers my body and she jootsies calculatingly my bodys their decenterings  it mivides and dultiplies like a hobo superscalar alu and she says this like a vacuum flange

but he is juxtaposing woesomely and as he enters a defibberlator says i would like to be an outverse of a dumped steradian and then id be a hexy nybble

yet she says they soar and mine in minds and sores and isnt it their shape or whating that cracks them to inebriating freedoms

i would like tonight or not to not iambic in my algae bra i mean my jammies no my atomic number 82 you see she said i am spherical completely too

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