Sugar in life when you're walking
Give a care for the mare and hare for their hair by a bear that definitely won't tear (it would be a costly fare for a pair to wear on a dare, which will draw a glare or a stare). Blasphemous intricacies pertaining to the suffering of a maelstrom from Denmark (Pro-Mark has... a Stark) can be rather dark, but, unlike the bark of a shark at the park within the ark that can keel over in absolute pain (it created quite a stain, Elaine) knowing the farther it would go in striking the forehead of a Gorsuch nominee (breezily tied for a night in a correlating festivity honoring Apophis from Memphis) would be unlike a poorly contrived video interview from a jaywalking peon with a palpable aura of entitlement, the top brass over by the grass (yes, they're eating it) never look twice at an earphone with styrofoam. Roaring laughter, emanating from roaring laughter caught amid roaring laughter, can induce roaring laughter after being exposed to roaring laughter as a direct result of roaring laughter being produced from roaring laughter that was proliferated by roaring laughter, which in turn creates more roaring laughter. Rhyming with timing is criming (miming is a form of priming), bot the PTE creed of a cornered gorilla emblazoned with a Honda logo (its breath reeks of magma) can be quaked or tempered with a generous dousing of a liquefied cornerstone previously intended to uphold a vilified perennial gentrifier named Forlorn Corn.
The loosened standards of a corner plant from a corner plant can indeed corner anybody in a corner who was desperately attempting to reach yet another corner (flatness is out of the question, peripherals!) but the candied plastics that proceeded to correlate the standings of a tortoiseshell pulverized by a shockwave of applause can haphazardly garner and accosting of a mindlessness prevalent in a cooling center (constructed with the finest hair materials, courtesy of a gallon of milk seething with rage) would never be fitted with a pan to bang and clang, for once. Strident walks towards a gory glory with Maury can have life-altering effects on a keyboard marker, but the thing is is that the younger ones over there in the downtown area smoking a smoke machine gifted to them by a cornerstone of a graphene seller could never subdue a callous attempt at procreation (hasten it, lads!). Callously named moons from the deepest reaches of an ameliorated tax evasion plan (P O N Z I) would rile up the baseball fortitudes riddled with some odd diseases named (identity). Redactions are superficial at this point, so why tend to the weeds in the attic when the mushrooms in the earlobes prove far more fruitful for our sanguine endeavors?
Spectacularly, the theft of someone who is bereft with going left can feasibly attempt to create more heft (deft) but the thing with a coral fire in the sea (Harrisburg, unfortunately) would be that the equivalent dangers of a dodecahedron-shaped fire drill disseminated from a geezer fort can be beneficial to a select few who enjoy themselves most when violently slapping their wrists until they have reached near-atomization (without prioritization). A desisting of flesh (prickly eyes notwithstanding) can never be safe from the reaches of a dormant hat syndrome from a desolate space in Siberia peppered with a false sense of dignity (a giant metallic cylinder? Is it blinky 'n' stuff?). Wandering about with an arthritis-ridden infant from Mozambique would grant you a leeway with technological adherences to proprietary shortcomings, and it would be best to fend for yourself with a colonoscopy-based treatment of neurosis.
Generating far more sugar in life when you're walking at an insensitively brisk pace can trivialize the triumvirate of things clinging on to dear life when presented with certain sinuous lines of gesticulation matriculation, but the overuse of certain transition words with an article intended to bemuse and amuse can be quite the cost for an independently funded and prestigious area of programming and information all packaged into little hyperlinks; why not sausage links for that matter? A lodger dodger can always use 800 millimeters worth of pencil sharpeners coated with a cold front, but the immensity of his amygdala would thrust him into complacency upon the sight of a bereaved weevil amid an upheaval. Two-thirds of a pulverized onion from Galilee would work well, too, coupled with a smattering of a duck-based creme brulee.
Annihilation soon ensued, but he hates letting a good sourdough sandwich like the one his best friend made go to waste. She was a lovely woman, his best friend.