Kegs of a gouging

Kegs of a gouging, a whelp laughed as I, a twisting, unworked isolations, "Uh, a twilit path, huh?"  Nylon did it.  A Boston dwarf, an Edenic elf tented this rot.   A mestizo twist, thawing the southern adverbs, mowing acid, wily.  Murky unwieldy elbow soothed Taft con.  Cozier, manned my drear vat.  There's an opportunity here to say something more whole, ah, skylark that could billow way out of the dwindled flatland, hand out into the bland hill country we knew when thew, where childlike humbly yodeled detailed anatomy hat, fatality not evadable imitated, total thud.  We worked it, kneeling vat, hot twilit print.  Stealthily we crept the floor toward our aim, an inking Greek named Ego who talks atheist heaven and bottled mutant ethos, it's the "I".  Early this day I peg that I dimmed plodding assonances with a loud demigod's honks, oh thin chants of childbed and megawatt poets.  At dusk the unblown idiot weigh, outvote tot.  White tank?  Merman metes death speeded over.  Newlywed, unlawful son or thy daughter betroth, had th' faith, th' motive, within okay tuft.  We waded into a biscuit crumb's offing, halted hot tin wrecked with Floridian trauma.  Flubbed our Italian, any buy witty?  Inn pipelines con poet faucet forthwith.