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the driftwoods outnumber the tumbleweeds now, such is the suchness of grids and their cartesian limitations. it's getting crusty in the vestibule, overrun with arthropods and the like. it's a wonder the suns set anymore with all their bickering, the sky fat with too much coral, too much chorus, no bisons.
sharp dresser, he, in his leather smile and andes mints dispenser. lemonades and lemniscates are not his forte, but the tabletop carvings that leap from his bowie knife will ne'er leave you wanting.
dormant bricks line the rounded corners, and the couriers bring them like japanese trains and seaweed candies, with alacrity, without specious reasoning or expectations of half-joys.
tried not, nor true, the saloon waits for a notarization that will likely not arrive. transients and trancendentalists alike vie for a crack at the roadshow's cribbage table, ivory and tagua inlay. fine craftsmanship that. randall the cat holds sway over the scurrilous ferns and orchids in this sub-tropical paradise.
and the riverboat's calliope jitters with pre-teen precision and impatience.
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