The Tip of My Tongue Slipped Through My Fingers

Ask awkward bangled buskers: do statues' threats fear pigeon myths?
In questing for ions and electron definitions: did physics analogies
frighten you as well? Flight takes chest tights from quadricep
formulas to pressed caustic fuel. Burned by journey adjournment,
scorn ethanol is 85% slippery. Don’t let my bugaboos trip your
untied shoes
. Intonement bridges make steel out of copper and
gold from whispers that can’t imagine ears. What was I braying?
Relaxation could heat furniture aces to trump jacks and kings.
Accordion dirigibles light Hindenheat balloons to float city candy and
tax-free nature as collateral for each resource that cymbal blight implies.
Foal power is a ceramic pot-throw, aimed at fleetness and quirks.
Statements come out my mouth-hands, whose pieces are trying
to pick up a sense of one or two selves. Identification strikes
edification right in the floor plan. Undonor epics smite god
contusions, a compound interesting fracture who gets more
hits than jeezus on BlueCube. Did you get drifted on the clap
cliff? Enterjammed on peanut betters and cash hewn wursts?
Vegetarian sausage claims high grounding, while ethics boards
tell John Pierpont: thank you for your murders.