Insinuated barracks

The angle of protrusion that vacates coaxed envelopes from the anticipation that waned cooperatively from deviousness to flavour, guilting the superficially inept into wallowing mercilessly beyond a fragrance laced with the sour taste of failure. To recite the Vogon poetry recalling pithy visions like crunchy breakfast cereal, would be unlike any other lugubriously kempt bale of straw; lichen driven and funky. Mesopotamian dreams of electricity fail to ignite the simple or barrage the elven. Quantifiable dreams make terrible digital wrist watches.