Dancers Anonymous > 5th Never Ending Word Game ;)

Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by DancePoet, Aug 3, 2005.

  1. RIdancer82

    RIdancer82 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes
     
  2. bjp22tango

    bjp22tango Active Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into
     
  3. terremoto

    terremoto New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our
     
  4. bjp22tango

    bjp22tango Active Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral
     
  5. terremoto

    terremoto New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of
     
  6. cl5814

    cl5814 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons
     
  7. Katarzyna

    Katarzyna Well-Known Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling
     
  8. RIdancer82

    RIdancer82 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from
     
  9. cl5814

    cl5814 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high
     
  10. DancePoet

    DancePoet Well-Known Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters
     
  11. RIdancer82

    RIdancer82 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid
     
  12. tangoaddict

    tangoaddict New Member

    ...outraged
    (Can I play? Not sure how to put in the entire post, hope just the word is okay)
     
  13. bordertangoman

    bordertangoman Well-Known Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis
     
  14. tangoaddict

    tangoaddict New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists
     
  15. terremoto

    terremoto New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt
     
  16. bjp22tango

    bjp22tango Active Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt brainwashing
     
  17. terremoto

    terremoto New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt brainwashing studies
     
  18. RIdancer82

    RIdancer82 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt brainwashing studies of
     
  19. cl5814

    cl5814 New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt brainwashing studies of all
     
  20. tangoaddict

    tangoaddict New Member

    So la is the language of the tiny bubbles eminating bubbliciously from champagne flutes awaiting their time amidst busy partiers playing Mel Torme tunes on round drums covered with thin sheets of invisible silk gauze. Similarly, do non-partiers consider bubbles to interfere with social interactions like dancing and snorkling? Indeed, who snorkles under high skinny lights covered with mylar and bubbly plastic?

    Anyhow, tomorrow penguins won't play tumpets merrily, monkeys won't gossip about other apes, although several of the marsupials will melt with sticky fingers covering white pebbles with snow and crickets skipping to the music chirp only sporadically feeling bored. Alas today bunnies began burping quietly, and kitties carefully listened while other pets quickly scurried indoors, gallavanting around the enormous shiny bandstand.

    Yesterday, I danced alone a very slow and a bit too haphazardly for my taste but nobody smelt better than her shoes dipped in castor oil. She glided across by moonlight, and gently danced across my mind, as I practiced my tango in hopes of eventually sweeping away her utmost inner fears of silence.

    Miraculously, my busy schedule survived investigation by prohibited methods, sneakily chosen since the year before I left without informing the innocent. I drew obvious delight from being engaged in devoted practice of secretive dancing. Somehow in the confusion lights flashed from above as tenderly as waltzing scarecrows underneath glowing tans, visible from every perspective although mostly atrocious. Dark eyes pleading for love to forget previous encounters once forgotten yet now stirring in lugubrious dismay, yet somehow content. Serendipitously, the unexpected rain washed joy away, while we contemplated the clear, mutual agreement of yesterday's accidental, yet fortuitous flirtation.

    Perhaps tonight will prove illuminating for several reasons, including daily anecdotes regarding unanticipated longing for the mutuality of splendiforous movement across glistening floorboards, intuitively known to be healing dark moods. Unexpectedly, however, joyful tidings bring about eclectic reminiscings of previously misunderstood expectations through smooth operators dreaming of sugar covered raspberries.

    Despite screams from desperate dancers, we are welcomed to participate in rapidly escalating excitement emanating faces which could tomorrow assuredly remind us that everything flows through to beginnings of something special. Surprisingly, tomorrow came quickly for startled, excited dreamers awakened by blushing robins chirping melodically under the fallen flower pieces. Incidentally, reality kicks hard candy canes into our spectral of balloons falling from high rafters amid outraged cathexis. Psychologists attempt brainwashing studies of all uninspired
     

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