Is this the real life?
Caret. Promise me. Plant your lips on mine. My lips are hot. Have a cigar.
I like your soul.
Aha, piece by a piece of love about are kinds tolled about group propaganda.
Three kinds, before mail-in time, a hole, a hole kicked.
Place 40 bya into 40 seconds.
Any way the wind blows.
only a flood.
“These guys say”, now that’s the only how, communication method, keep it crisp. Distressed communique, first there is bump. bumping’d be first journo-ri, an interested party to the sad world of little disparity. Big deal, biggest trees, a fart in a gale, the micro maniac. Featuring Bill rested as a matter of fact well-nourished out there. No outfit. Bought everything and created a disturbance in a Food Mart set-up. That was brewing across from Gallo, kittycorner.
His hallow slasher dree.
Now, out of leg Fresno, I’m getting pull as I sit here. A is inland. You pan different on the Q400 prop operated by united Alaska Airlines. Mercuit. Mercurial left, pitch a new order of highway signs. Earl didn’t like OAKLEY popping up, any more than quickerish china-like fail, the “same name, different town”, map busted. OAKLEY is CONCORD, the bend. You know what? I’m just throwing things out here, with no characteristics of a list.
3,000 acres would be a news story. It went up to 42,000, but there’s 680 in a square mile? 3% of the perimeter, or, if the worth of the story is world, then the 8×3=24, three %present hate 24, that only is in one. Contained. Bet 50% of the fire in $ is in drainage.
The YORBA LINDA being half-decadel halted rivers. THE UNITED STATES broken.
full of line painting. Can’t I float new whacks?
The incident commanders–no. The fight won when you assess the mythical dimensions, heroics of the battlefield. Is spurt limited to 500 structures, or more dangerous, save 600 trees, to even up how you lied in various ways to make it seem like a breeze for these Nazi-made creatures to endure another fire (some are hollowed out, big billowing black chimneys twelve feet high up in the interior of the tree). Generals Highway is like Hells Angels. Next to it, your power of web page listen have my select, my hi (there), highlight? I shall not be aping any apes. The pinecone girl, that’s a non-sequoia cone. Sequoias are using a light method. Frank the squirrel. In spots, the tiny seed from the tiny pinecone accesses the dirt, kiddo.
I shall get thee Parkhurst, and know it was a million bucks on Funnel the Cloud, rollover, clerk’s smiling, so buy (airline) a lottery ticket, but she’s a girl. Dancing year alone costs eight bucks, plus a lilting cheer. Dramatic.
I am Lincoln, who the rabbit liked best, making the circle come to rabbit in fink.
Not these notes, ah, weird, ah. Wood, the count of men = 1500. How does Barrett Brown do that?
he goes grocery shopping, limited by Ouija/qwerty. making penciled-in daily area overlay burn. Then, the affected grove, on your right, the Grant Tree. I didn’t see it. I clipped it. Because, if I put my boots on, it becomes an emergencies in a stack, back of, so, this stack of images has my end, not limited by electrnic media semi-strike giving ovulous and oculus their bay of univiagree. 8×9=72 pledges.
this is going to be a long one, injection molls