5th Never Ending Word Game ;)

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
 
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
 
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
 
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
 

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
 
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
 
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
 

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
 

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
 

fascination

Site Moderator
Staff 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
 
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
 
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
 

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
 
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
 

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
 
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,
 

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
 
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
 

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
 
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
 

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