anecdote story and
the adventures of bethany blican and toboen
mystery of the kabab
gerimand surmised bethany blican looks forward to find toboen, horizon. 'i wonder were this goes' notes with quizzot this girl before the other, a tinge smaller and quil free albiet some may find her appearance with these alien plume familliar. 'formed for but that one purpose?' pondrie cascading with levantrie toboen absorbs this spark for she had already initiated mull for her attent was taken full by her friends propound a distracted eye resents before the falling wind of this new world, downforce constant in lieu of the floating, geosycranous near earth, satillites but only from. moving to place reside on her friends shoulder toboen takes the quip of pre landing return itenerary with lean. crowd mean thin compared to the hill that forms the terrestrial feeling of the litter named 'arrow' for the first of its giftors nom 'arrow bloom roundsilver' near silver, or at least what the duet proposes to be, the final pool.
chapter two
framework for stanchion of what they might never name formed bethany looks out at what may be landing spot with but a wince remembering her friends love for feignt that tickles her ear so not distracting her from the beauty of reflection, only in moment noticable due to the polarity of the swimming spot, bright and un erring in its transport of the also static distant moons titanium soil and iron ring many miles above the atmos 'on que!' she calls knowing her plan to pounce right after splash besides her friends choice, and if short, well, she will be able to find an unoccupied place for out of her to be despot. landing spell subside the two dine on flowers gift of escapade 'glorion to permuse', the music 'ringing bell' native to toboen's home following. 'were have you been' pipes bethany to the wonder whilst does the dishes toboen, a quick maneauvre indeed considering the fun, so temporary for stash was only two meals shared, imbib of whooshing each in the mouth by the quick opening of. leaving them the days sun founds its way around to the other side of alterra to eventually cause the uproarious way of these two loose again the bounds of alien.
chapter three
sun bright, 'rise and shine' saying not quite but close the two heft pack and ascend the quick step to the excursion door. 'to werewithall have you planned this rope, just to prod mind' bethany casts as they practice yet another fall to cozy pull of antipeller 'ease of descent', for the two are taken to 'jumping clean' (a phrase they coined for going without support device) and often find these trips without technique some might call extreme and daring, have not the capability to chat usually and the four hundred feet assume nine hundred percent mass of her kit spare. 'have not you wanted name from a sun?'
chapter four
remaniss relegant some distant corner of the mind concerning 'how to' not but previous use of amenity sizable the obviously satiable conversation before the 'ease of descent', of the duos instrument the curious, uproariously approaches finus as the münter is thrown and down falls certainly one of the more 'satisfied' the rests stow tight. wind curl spurlous in introduct of what in this state is not silver but glorious green upon cheeks still continent of voice over that given so far by the second day of inspiration of these two touchdown is made before a mighty grass thicket. *rustle* *rustle* provoks not this new friend made here but a moment ago but something curiously simple within. 'the blade and cane alone' flys toboen as 'the sneaker' (her friends accol before the worrie of/on melnawx) herself rushes off in to the rush but with nose. 'indeed' truncs the girl post survey with the gravitational radiation detecting organ so dangerously thrust. 'let us experience the thrush!' bethany proclaims.
chapter five
thrush mastered, but only the bigger one who has to, the other pounce announced before the mighty glade but only to those 'givers' aboves dreams for none of them on this world move exhillaratingly held in promice by the pair moons ray pronounce spore presence beneath that that feet upturn and suns drop down. 'bite, champfer, bite. is all we have before us this' toboen sings the cautious one on this excursion.
chapter six
open, reveal, the first given to the wandering vagabonds by the direct and the second in bearing alt in accompanyment grand and not but brother, sister, or maybe distant cousin the other- a brilliant field of purple. 'trounce not?' toboen blasts at first realizing vibrosity so foriegn curious if halt should be put to the days adventure away from the main clustre. 'so, but let us draw!'
as the team gather rustling as bedding for them and thier kit, the latter requiring the better haul for toboen and bethany tend to be minimalists concernant and in the words of these two, 'the loft, the loft!' rings appropriate for happened to be but 'little (blank?) ground for them to accompany thier tool at the enter of the 'glade 'a shroom' a sneaky mouse wint, inspire?
seven
the days tool stayed, stashed art there happenes to be left in rapport something from the tall ones. it was tossed out the window.
the journey in to pendant
bethany 'shrill!' 'leave it over there' toboen says flaking rope, casting down the mast 'problem withe' asking her friend as at least she was stumbled by the tow, tumbled maybe even, offered to them by big red 'racer' as the crowd called it, the crowd that had been to nebula like reveal of the living back of canboss' current male tweesmo for she knew, or maybe just understood she had a fashion of the local lasso for use anchor's creation underway and that was more important than her bother over being able to rememb the gift of welcome call that was so gracefully offered, so gracefully offered. 'he took "pretty" as a describ of big ol' red for me, you think we should keep it?' bethany said knowing it was custom to greet first the beauty that is now but beautius calling it back home to its love to introduct. 'were should we go from there' toboen seals. 'shall we first ascent and leave "turmulous", travelling to the most visited spot i imagine and leave mute?' *whoop* one, two... the lasso sticks!'
journeys
toboen guiding bethany with her nose twords the source of the permiating insence from a stance deft upon her sholder reels as a gust brings new information from amidst the crowded metropolis market. with only hours left before the septannual omnicus systems larger but not as bright suns gigantic flare the want to find the seller of the heralded viewing spectacles brings the brings the two to near flight. toboen compensating for bethany's great stride by undulation atop her shoulder and tracking the exact direction of the sellers sence rends her once again pilot with long range presision throughout exercise by appearence to the jovious man when they alight the line to his cart.
"for the excellent choufer of the furry friend upon your shoulder and the excellent quality of your moon agates that i ask of everyone in trade i will give you her pair and yours for just one of your lovely stones" harks the seller when the two approach the censor aside his cart.
"thank you for the discount but if not you the recipricour of the stone then whom?"
taking the spectacles in case back through the throngs of visitors and residents the two find time for only crowd navigation while jogging practice before arriving back on ship and taking off to a non intercepting orbit for watch.
after blossiming in to a fantastic purple and diminishing the sun provides the two travellers adventure.
work of a type
america land of taking back a turnip, saunders hilaritat. "did not you want to by the parsnip, celery?' quail asks. incredulosity, will it ever be abhorrent? japan, this farmers market seems long. moving sand, it incredible pavement moving to dusted fields oil sprayed america, jolly, wakes up. "this time a take" america says. you can never quite understand america she 'floss'. tumbles finds another burst. freedom from within prudent, america steps venture. taking the lost route back the candles, fallow raw, cotton, and finese start up coincident and the wind blows. house a long way away promalgates she an extra amount of cottonwood seed, lost and distant. distraught at fear a good friend, the only, a stray wolverine wanton withall abhorrent children, whos name was always unknown, she frolicked. at home once the gentle hearth rew, in a tree a bird, turmoil and work pressing down all but a hole in pan that was illacrity, america jumps lighter the great moon above shone shoring all else astray. "vivid!"
tom sloth
gentle swim to wash, no way! "am i promalgant" gentle love and squeze exhuding also tom lounges. bathe, before this a question another 'was it revere for the will to fead the plants as opposed to the will to feed those that eat beside the self regard alien the seek to haste wash when the others held' often permiates the fungus tom ponders regularly, sluethfully on a regular basis. hot spring steam rising intercorprality rises. "system three, blouse, blau maus, panderance" at once tom says to the Klingon comrade he keeps, a regular visitor. "KePlah". transformation protocol unknown to this nigga ninja tom chuckles.
terracyst tumbles
the forest became covered in snow and it may be so that all but one moved away or maybe it all just happened while it was sleeping deep underground. snow building and building, becoming in a way fused under but its own weight in to one giant snowflake that began to fall like it once did, moving aside or pushing the many hills and carving the mountains along its edges down floor as if it were a steady wind blowing up against it, not strong enough to lift but instead wearing the bottom smooth turning that pushed in to worried pieces, some of them becoming great holed spherule. one of these spherule found the edge and was left atop a great ridge of molded floor. this one and like, warmth, those whom left, that nature of the forest neighboring that is quick as of now. burst, a name for that that may have even been a metamorphosis chamber holding settle and that that is not, what may be a reunion. idea 'can these ears, because they resemble the limb my friends actuate to swim, combined with the winds updraft rend me the leaf in the game my friends play were the they are not they but that one like the others i know and the one whoms name before us now is place visited so that i may meet and maybe even share appropriate for all three'.
running, smelling, seeing, feeling, leap. upon running voyage, upon smelling loft, upon seeing thrust, upon feeling form, upon leap cosset.
cradle, sidle, grace
is it possible to bring pain? wether so or not let me bring to your eyes another story, but first a question. did they show up late for thier own? this one starts with, hmm... what is that word for that type of such things that when pronounced phonetically defines: *insert* bizzare for i was not close enough, this stroke that brought the boy down may very well have been inspired by my asking permission to stay one more game or two after making a good days set already, perhaps so, perhaps not and being rent the knowledge of my sisters in the process. that starts it and the only other i have to evidence is a moment with her on my hip not but mothers, myne not on myne but floating, capabilitizm provident note porforth, alas, no, the tale comes to be 'one foot on the ground and the other 'board brought this boys chin to the ground yet again but lo, what else besides blood, the usual standard greated the world by love but the laugh of a child. was this unique before us all while my feet were seperating and this wellance that inspired another and another faux to follow arbitrarily (for what a joy it is to entertain) 'flying to' and this what brought the most beautiful thing to exist to be? such ponderances...
mystery of the kabab
gerimand surmised bethany blican looks forward to find toboen, horizon. 'i wonder were this goes' notes with quizzot this girl before the other, a tinge smaller and quil free albiet some may find her appearance with these alien plume familliar. 'formed for but that one purpose?' pondrie cascading with levantrie toboen absorbs this spark for she had already initiated mull for her attent was taken full by her friends propound a distracted eye resents before the falling wind of this new world, downforce constant in lieu of the floating, geosycranous near earth, satillites but only from. moving to place reside on her friends shoulder toboen takes the quip of pre landing return itenerary with lean. crowd mean thin compared to the hill that forms the terrestrial feeling of the litter named 'arrow' for the first of its giftors nom 'arrow bloom roundsilver' near silver, or at least what the duet proposes to be, the final pool.
chapter two
framework for stanchion of what they might never name formed bethany looks out at what may be landing spot with but a wince remembering her friends love for feignt that tickles her ear so not distracting her from the beauty of reflection, only in moment noticable due to the polarity of the swimming spot, bright and un erring in its transport of the also static distant moons titanium soil and iron ring many miles above the atmos 'on que!' she calls knowing her plan to pounce right after splash besides her friends choice, and if short, well, she will be able to find an unoccupied place for out of her to be despot. landing spell subside the two dine on flowers gift of escapade 'glorion to permuse', the music 'ringing bell' native to toboen's home following. 'were have you been' pipes bethany to the wonder whilst does the dishes toboen, a quick maneauvre indeed considering the fun, so temporary for stash was only two meals shared, imbib of whooshing each in the mouth by the quick opening of. leaving them the days sun founds its way around to the other side of alterra to eventually cause the uproarious way of these two loose again the bounds of alien.
chapter three
sun bright, 'rise and shine' saying not quite but close the two heft pack and ascend the quick step to the excursion door. 'to werewithall have you planned this rope, just to prod mind' bethany casts as they practice yet another fall to cozy pull of antipeller 'ease of descent', for the two are taken to 'jumping clean' (a phrase they coined for going without support device) and often find these trips without technique some might call extreme and daring, have not the capability to chat usually and the four hundred feet assume nine hundred percent mass of her kit spare. 'have not you wanted name from a sun?'
chapter four
remaniss relegant some distant corner of the mind concerning 'how to' not but previous use of amenity sizable the obviously satiable conversation before the 'ease of descent', of the duos instrument the curious, uproariously approaches finus as the münter is thrown and down falls certainly one of the more 'satisfied' the rests stow tight. wind curl spurlous in introduct of what in this state is not silver but glorious green upon cheeks still continent of voice over that given so far by the second day of inspiration of these two touchdown is made before a mighty grass thicket. *rustle* *rustle* provoks not this new friend made here but a moment ago but something curiously simple within. 'the blade and cane alone' flys toboen as 'the sneaker' (her friends accol before the worrie of/on melnawx) herself rushes off in to the rush but with nose. 'indeed' truncs the girl post survey with the gravitational radiation detecting organ so dangerously thrust. 'let us experience the thrush!' bethany proclaims.
chapter five
thrush mastered, but only the bigger one who has to, the other pounce announced before the mighty glade but only to those 'givers' aboves dreams for none of them on this world move exhillaratingly held in promice by the pair moons ray pronounce spore presence beneath that that feet upturn and suns drop down. 'bite, champfer, bite. is all we have before us this' toboen sings the cautious one on this excursion.
chapter six
open, reveal, the first given to the wandering vagabonds by the direct and the second in bearing alt in accompanyment grand and not but brother, sister, or maybe distant cousin the other- a brilliant field of purple. 'trounce not?' toboen blasts at first realizing vibrosity so foriegn curious if halt should be put to the days adventure away from the main clustre. 'so, but let us draw!'
as the team gather rustling as bedding for them and thier kit, the latter requiring the better haul for toboen and bethany tend to be minimalists concernant and in the words of these two, 'the loft, the loft!' rings appropriate for happened to be but 'little (blank?) ground for them to accompany thier tool at the enter of the 'glade 'a shroom' a sneaky mouse wint, inspire?
seven
the days tool stayed, stashed art there happenes to be left in rapport something from the tall ones. it was tossed out the window.
the journey in to pendant
bethany 'shrill!' 'leave it over there' toboen says flaking rope, casting down the mast 'problem withe' asking her friend as at least she was stumbled by the tow, tumbled maybe even, offered to them by big red 'racer' as the crowd called it, the crowd that had been to nebula like reveal of the living back of canboss' current male tweesmo for she knew, or maybe just understood she had a fashion of the local lasso for use anchor's creation underway and that was more important than her bother over being able to rememb the gift of welcome call that was so gracefully offered, so gracefully offered. 'he took "pretty" as a describ of big ol' red for me, you think we should keep it?' bethany said knowing it was custom to greet first the beauty that is now but beautius calling it back home to its love to introduct. 'were should we go from there' toboen seals. 'shall we first ascent and leave "turmulous", travelling to the most visited spot i imagine and leave mute?' *whoop* one, two... the lasso sticks!'
journeys
toboen guiding bethany with her nose twords the source of the permiating insence from a stance deft upon her sholder reels as a gust brings new information from amidst the crowded metropolis market. with only hours left before the septannual omnicus systems larger but not as bright suns gigantic flare the want to find the seller of the heralded viewing spectacles brings the brings the two to near flight. toboen compensating for bethany's great stride by undulation atop her shoulder and tracking the exact direction of the sellers sence rends her once again pilot with long range presision throughout exercise by appearence to the jovious man when they alight the line to his cart.
"for the excellent choufer of the furry friend upon your shoulder and the excellent quality of your moon agates that i ask of everyone in trade i will give you her pair and yours for just one of your lovely stones" harks the seller when the two approach the censor aside his cart.
"thank you for the discount but if not you the recipricour of the stone then whom?"
taking the spectacles in case back through the throngs of visitors and residents the two find time for only crowd navigation while jogging practice before arriving back on ship and taking off to a non intercepting orbit for watch.
after blossiming in to a fantastic purple and diminishing the sun provides the two travellers adventure.
work of a type
america land of taking back a turnip, saunders hilaritat. "did not you want to by the parsnip, celery?' quail asks. incredulosity, will it ever be abhorrent? japan, this farmers market seems long. moving sand, it incredible pavement moving to dusted fields oil sprayed america, jolly, wakes up. "this time a take" america says. you can never quite understand america she 'floss'. tumbles finds another burst. freedom from within prudent, america steps venture. taking the lost route back the candles, fallow raw, cotton, and finese start up coincident and the wind blows. house a long way away promalgates she an extra amount of cottonwood seed, lost and distant. distraught at fear a good friend, the only, a stray wolverine wanton withall abhorrent children, whos name was always unknown, she frolicked. at home once the gentle hearth rew, in a tree a bird, turmoil and work pressing down all but a hole in pan that was illacrity, america jumps lighter the great moon above shone shoring all else astray. "vivid!"
tom sloth
gentle swim to wash, no way! "am i promalgant" gentle love and squeze exhuding also tom lounges. bathe, before this a question another 'was it revere for the will to fead the plants as opposed to the will to feed those that eat beside the self regard alien the seek to haste wash when the others held' often permiates the fungus tom ponders regularly, sluethfully on a regular basis. hot spring steam rising intercorprality rises. "system three, blouse, blau maus, panderance" at once tom says to the Klingon comrade he keeps, a regular visitor. "KePlah". transformation protocol unknown to this nigga ninja tom chuckles.
terracyst tumbles
the forest became covered in snow and it may be so that all but one moved away or maybe it all just happened while it was sleeping deep underground. snow building and building, becoming in a way fused under but its own weight in to one giant snowflake that began to fall like it once did, moving aside or pushing the many hills and carving the mountains along its edges down floor as if it were a steady wind blowing up against it, not strong enough to lift but instead wearing the bottom smooth turning that pushed in to worried pieces, some of them becoming great holed spherule. one of these spherule found the edge and was left atop a great ridge of molded floor. this one and like, warmth, those whom left, that nature of the forest neighboring that is quick as of now. burst, a name for that that may have even been a metamorphosis chamber holding settle and that that is not, what may be a reunion. idea 'can these ears, because they resemble the limb my friends actuate to swim, combined with the winds updraft rend me the leaf in the game my friends play were the they are not they but that one like the others i know and the one whoms name before us now is place visited so that i may meet and maybe even share appropriate for all three'.
running, smelling, seeing, feeling, leap. upon running voyage, upon smelling loft, upon seeing thrust, upon feeling form, upon leap cosset.
cradle, sidle, grace
is it possible to bring pain? wether so or not let me bring to your eyes another story, but first a question. did they show up late for thier own? this one starts with, hmm... what is that word for that type of such things that when pronounced phonetically defines: *insert* bizzare for i was not close enough, this stroke that brought the boy down may very well have been inspired by my asking permission to stay one more game or two after making a good days set already, perhaps so, perhaps not and being rent the knowledge of my sisters in the process. that starts it and the only other i have to evidence is a moment with her on my hip not but mothers, myne not on myne but floating, capabilitizm provident note porforth, alas, no, the tale comes to be 'one foot on the ground and the other 'board brought this boys chin to the ground yet again but lo, what else besides blood, the usual standard greated the world by love but the laugh of a child. was this unique before us all while my feet were seperating and this wellance that inspired another and another faux to follow arbitrarily (for what a joy it is to entertain) 'flying to' and this what brought the most beautiful thing to exist to be? such ponderances...