Wish I could use the letter X more often. I understand the chase scene writing debt recalls. Martians in the cold shower breeze through the international dateline. Call now, maybe the overseas breeze will seize your senses, cool yes - drenches, wipe away the busybody sweat drops. Sand rains claimed by extraterrestrial studiers students of the stars.
Space cools the overheated humans in our overactive imaginations.
A lone star could comfort stuffy lungs, short breath pull in this weather lasso it. Cowboys on the moon polish icetrays. Universe dogs and cats chase their tails around mars and lap my milky way. Coyote pup ran across the grassy entrance. His tongue wagged at us like a pet.