June 14, 2011

The Agglomeration of Molecules

Who dares question the earth? Every year, researchers identify subcutaneous slate treatments via natural chronometers. Microchips monitor and maintain the amorphous history of leopards at the Hyderabad Zoo.

But zoology fails the suspicion. The least I would have expected is for the respondent to attempt to recover a generous sum, starting with a demand through the respondents' advocates whose whereabouts were undoubtedly unknown. We find a reference in the ancient texts as early as the 5th century BC.

Where necessary, instantaneous studiousness has compelled the agglomeration of molecules. But however eloquent its infundibular structure, ants continue their escape.

6 comments:

  1. Of course, this is all controlled by insidious sea monkeys from the depths under the Pacific Gyre where hemoglobin finds the most unrest.

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  2. Earth calling Petey...your treatments have been reslated--please reset your chronometers achievingly. Morphos are we lemur loving zoologizers, regardless of the response to our attemptations advocative toward the whereabouts of the doubtedly gnome. The ancient sextexts demand his resignatory moleskin. Agglomeration is an abomination unfungable by the auntie theziss!

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  3. What foliar love is this? Frankfurter? One must never abjure in the crotchet of folly, though last was cercopithecoid with many most scurrilous finesse. Oh villain, oh rancid yodel, why no crusade for the cloven? Gutteral yurts are not the answer. Fleer feckless, poetic though pasteurized, mimmickery is the bane. Rxh7X doofus.

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  4. The Pair Haute LadyJune 15, 2011 at 3:47 PM

    Ask not where wakeful wookies wait to weep their wail of woe...four when the bloom is off the rows, the wiki weeds will grow.

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  5. The Pair Haute Lady:

    When the bloom is off the rows and wiki weeds will grow, it's the Sage's turn.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8gT-COcrSs

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  6. Just a ridin', rockin', ropin', poundin' leather all day long,
    Just a sittin', swearin', smokin', listen to a cowboy song.
    Though I know I'll never go there, I would work for any wage,
    To be again, be free again, where the bloom is on the sage.

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