Brown Bear Go Moo

chapter to to for. we animal; finance. water sleep when available. numbers 12 to five. sandwich of ham and mounted bison. vernacular. circuitously brushed metal petals scream when spoken to in flavor-tongue. spices! noah's arkansas. bowling beans for the remaining sensitive loop in between forested brow, forested nose, forested forest, forest wicker basket embracing change and setting the whirl afire. knock-kneed chipmunks driving balled fists into the snow-capped lunatics fetching documents for underpaid and overappreciated omelets riding without a plate into the gaping pinhole stowed safely in the reverse nettlement of chance, community chest, and free barking. aplomb! a meatier sandwich skidding to a halt and leaving a crater the size of noah's arkansas! or kansas. rendering home and jockeying for supposition, the eponymous luddite professor snails and chickens outwardly flaunting and flambeing stressed-out clams and sleepy little kitten dogs. voices, choked with nausea and running out of chyme, over spice the stewards of the economy with infuriating and churlish smirks that smack of heroines returning from the void to ensconce pastries replete with clotted dream. and lo! ever will the brown bear go moo! Read more