Swiftly, giving a toss for a new victor, fishing in the unlined trousers of the sea. Mouchoir-plumped hands release another volley, squealing at the thought of hidden acrobatics, the underwater performances of these exotic, young natives. Below the shaking screen, the spectacle is afforded by a pair of submarine lurkers, watching bronze boy pennies violate their lair. With that, the tale will be spent, leaving the listener in the slowsand of his thoughts. It is like the mulatto mongrel that scarifies the scabby earth with cyclic stub paws.
Dust flies, swart flies.
His hacking has heaved an ache in her gullet. Hunger blisters to a colic bubble beneath the belly zip. The gaping form he harrows, rocked in a gristle cradle. To wrestle death with vestal breath. Streamlined muzzle glanced by the waft of another tumbling lovescape.