Spades go this way and that, trying to find a home in a sea of gambles. They often hit, but it's null and void in the frequent casting of cards

So many legs were gussed today and the majority of them had fur. There was even a rhino sitting in the water, coming to the surface only to prolong his ponderance

I have won the game of jesters and kings and am a functioning member of society. I am proud of my performance, especially some of the emoticons

This kid is killing it on the dance floor and I'm just barely grazing the grass. I need to keep my head down and in the game, I can't be slacking with this younger generating taking all the blueberries

The median today was absolutely beautiful, Texas paint rushed galore. The thing was a couple of hilly individuals were in the way but it's nothing a high pitched stim can't handle

My balloon propels me to the sky, my journey leading me to the islands suspended in air, locking flightless creatures in a permanent biosphere. Some migrate with me along the archipelago, but most choose to build a luxury yurt in their grandma's back yard

After two hours of darkness and Basinian oral history, a brute grips my understanding and molds it to fit the professors knowledge. He then complements my pores, somehow my skin is in good health after weeks of scurrying in the wilds

Billions of gnats infest my fridge of future plans so I'm breaking out the apple cider vinegar. Many trap trips will be made in the dead of night before the hawk comes on the Morrow

All this wishy washy acceleration business has my head tumbling down a hill that would make Sisyphus nostalgic. Pulling myself to a stop requires the help of some enchanted bifocals of cerebellar enhancement

I have a way with verbs but not images. They're hard to compile into one, eye-catching display and as a result my crop is suffering. The cards should help though, mighty soldiers will be raised from the ink

Which with craft of old will help my period of porcelain treachery the most. Will it be the boy from the forest or the seashell toting otter?

Rveryung is hurling towards me at one million miles per minute while I sit and debate when I shave. It should be quite simple really, just despise of the fish and we'll be done with it

These dagum synarthrotic joined came up on my so quick, when with their lack of movement. The diarthrotic can't even keep track of themselves so it's easy to stay clear

Effort leads to a shadow being cast over the worsening shifting of words and letters. They dance along the page as notes and keys sing from the speakers. It's all discordant in a cacophony activities

Relatable faces show themselves in the desert green. They're people we can exist alongside, not an unreachable paragon of elegance in motion. Just a couple of dudes

Plants take up all the room in the launch bay. It's very hypoxic in there so hopefully this helps. We can't have any eutrophication going on, not in this town

Lobster is stuck in my head and it keeps rolling all over the place. A pair of twins is here too, they have uncanny mastered and use it to their utmost abilities. My timbers are shivered

Hydrophobic seedlings take root in the deep black and stretch towards the fleeting surface, straining for the sun. In time they will grow into responsible citizens, caring for their local fake psychic

I need the sense knocked into a willing participant at a long distance. The application of slapper is open for any with abnormally large upper extremities. Role of the slapee is taken

I'm in a perpetual state of tomorrow, but I've got it lassoed and I'm slowly pulling it closer. I think I'm gonna give it a big tug, as big as I can. I want now back again

The storm has pushed off in its maiden voyage to the party we use as entertainment. They shall be subject to Salvador Dalian forces, most of which they can't conprehend

Old nightmares have been concured, some big, some small. A wheel waits in the night to turn for the company cog, showing off the rotational axis of a true veteren

Attention is needed by the multiple realms that have fallen under my command as of recent. The Combs are behind on their weirdness, which is not acceptable for the upcoming campaign

Masks and nerf for hours is all you need on a Saturday night

The pot is so full of whatever stuff we can fit and it amalgamates into our shared perception of what a pot is. It sits like a rock in your stomach

Orange and blue are at the forefront of our minds these days. A rat den was found and I'm excited to see how it all plays out. The vine arc is gonna be so fun

My progress was molasses-like but a potato was hooked up to the Ethernet port and it got a little quicker. I think that was just perspective based though because it's been a whole month and I finally finished my bull crap

I've been invited to an international ring of lackadaisical men of broad stature and I regretfully declined. I don't think I could be loose for that long, I don't have enough adenosine triphosphate for that

These dastardly ghouls are not responding to my usual orders of "get". More resourceful methods are needed, the mask may need to be brought out

An opportunity for a new video has come up, this one all about nettles and the like, but the words on my current one are the wrong color. They can't be corrected and it's driving my feet into the river