Jangle (& then some (more spamku))

If you are setting

up a trip in any woods,

by no means swallow

city he had long

dreamingly looked up to as

Scotia's energy

we all fall in love with the wrong people, (she got out of the car, slammed the door,) it's part of getting older, growing up, (my saab's been having trouble starting lately so i couldn't immediately follow, then the ignition caught) we find out who we are by finding out who can love us, but just as often it's who can't (a sharp pungent twist of her waist and she heads up Bay Street) that allow us to reflex a voice of self assertion in a world that doesn't make much sense.
Please (back the car up, turn to follow) get back in the car I (a profusion of trashcans have emerged to watch us parade) am sorry for what I did (a thin gray rain blurring the windshield) I am, I'm sorry (my eyes burning) just get back in the car and (her heart is a stone, the wipers squeak) we'll talk about it.

"You owe me money," she says (munificence is dead) before disappearing into the 52^nd Street Club (I am still breathing).

start with treating swig

you find exclusive cleansing

then dampen s hot.

iniquity sink

of the wet aridityto

of to with some form