Surmise.
Sunrise.
Sulpher-surprise.
Flour-gade and ear-wigged flies. Insect, through sect.
These creatures do come and go in the night--which do is trapped in carnal box where I lay my fleshy corpse to sleep. A box inside of box, this one is dead lit up from all the nations of the Earth, fiber-optics surmise.

Nice to meet you, I wish nothing from the best o'you. I'm not gaelec, nor do I spell words in any noremal fashion--only time to time; seconds, the mere things to think to ticker on a wick of elastic for-portions.

Of course I do not belive in time, but I do not believe that "I do" and "I do not" are any different, do I? The same cognotation: Just as I imply, I give I who I am.

I am or I am not. Charles knows there is not a child of existance which credits either or neither.

For sure definition he heard of an Artic and an Ant-Artic. For every - someone had to have marked a tick through it +

"Dimentional quill-ities for one's pen," he presumed, "might as if The Son might rise from the dark realm through a period of mourn-ing."
"Ay," She smelled. She smelled like she had something else to add to her density. That brief hesitation is what in fact filled the void, she reached out to him--unknowing to deals she had made herself out to the woman she was.