Thursday, May 06, 2010

for the knight was

Fore the Kn(nightnight)night was eristic common as a plate of adjectives and potates cereal to say gods in the planking. And cheese in the overewighted barriers. the blight of it s charm never ceasing the double kissing mouths of two her . yes, she was the sole and the fooling fishing of the anagram and the rink and core at the heart of a perceived love as t he emptiness stood each day. None dispute her pleasures, gambling on the largesse of each given pasture.

Since victory is love's she's acquiesced her meadon measure. Appearance is essence my glove. Come to the fine fingered hand grappling at your ass. O my aristocratic belover! Yer belongin is here not there. Yer long curved nose is mine! O . she shambles the curtains to him picked off at any tandem restaurant gamble. crook and thief as they are to the four streets of their working class hovelhood.

Each strife is the adverse of the other . Cheerful mouths lumber. ANd mean? you mean what kind sir by my love?
Italics prove nothing you mite!