Air Hat

Omniscience hastens flurry ripe for new subtraction.

When I knew her, windows made the rounds.

A flare of rapture ordered some facsimile of origami to bequeath to snares left gasping.

I no longer levy Texas where it hurts.

The stranger dressed in my clandestine wardrobe trounces all over Leviticus.

Sparring necessitates loose warbling in the near-term land of yodel.

Are you conscious as you are duplicitous?

My countenance must recreate your confiscated hut.

I strain my vegetables in mixed company.

The words 'totally' and 'absolutely' (he reminded us) are not synonymous with 'yes.'

For now the platform is strictly constructed of these planks.