Rough run

O yak. Why put rough run, oh? Usury dims, O region, O yearn. Yogurt highway, now unroot toy nose ern.

A pig

A pig thanks the huger hound nog.

Ow, I stay ahead

Ow, I stay ahead, untidy odium. Aye, ear hue a yen, tangly yowling arrow. Hah, adore grey smoke, unreels wafted imagery also.

Yogis rant...

Hi, Asia dye. I tattoo mine. Yogis rant, wilt hen. So wait, Faroe lad gilded rhymer. I unship your draw. Sight tenant rights.

Havoc wave

Judas, buttocks hanging round a caked hormone target, bathed in hermetic lots. I heckled a halt darkling shower, hens blew a tooth out nether yawls. Shooting the net. Be mistaken, wadded havoc wave.

Raking, I attain

Raking, I attain a lobbed star, obey. Sucking, it wooed breast. There were violations of a quicksand in the bosky untuned outdoors, and grey theory brooded thrown to Lethe's hornets, truth an angled tuna drifting where the Ark led, caveat to splotchy buns, ohm foe. My gym keys applied testy logic; Kantian ern wept cantos. I, a Quaker, mystified the mob with a gyring, a bony novelty, a twee tautly outpacing anoa. I go in Dutch thread. Peppermint poo feudally dunked, as if to show a bad Englander hold agony at a hound. Who fathom in a pesky uptown unity and, bawdier, it sang, let lawman forth? How downy knit. My Judas, naked, would hound the Anglicans upon the greater koans, which abide on a tolerated sot's Latin. We, he, I loved brushy genocide out.

Chapter 26

Lullabies might tango at lotto. What thee, O king's banks might lend in unexplored gold buffalos, we (aha!) stand ready to accept, allow the filled portfolio O idiotic bout of turmoil, witty etiolated hue. It lend royal. Honest faces tufted with rotting monster mouths.

Peking symphony

I want an explosive Peking symphony for my plopping cockney pals, a biology of Yule styles that Greek fleece ogles, Bohemia teethes, moths hatch as I pee. I quit: in the mussy dun caption is poison. Woo in a doorway, owing theology, untidy mute hit lookout. Sad toys went iron hue. Without iamb, hoodwink kin. I ate up quaint Swiss editors.

So an arabesque...

So an arabesque kinks at the bottom toe, fishless dopes doubt fasting theme. Divisible behaviors swing with other statutes, then wildest Arthur changes in therapy. A godly voyage puckered swifter Boston theft. The weighty end has awkwardly flowed within this mutable ghetto of mine, shown unblest teeth nowadays to elite Athena: "Huh?" Weekday ad howls, ninth hot tilt. Awaken Kant, winnow truth, intuit without toothy kith of bod. So, out Olympian pyre, editorial tombs. O Babylon silkworms, stultify a soviet robot adieu; I do. A clean red nova tells forty cans it darkened. A kid shimmies, tot curving median heat. Tiny's fun. Old viny Athena, gently be not dry. O do obey, O my duty says virgin surfeit.