Our local cartographer has taken place in the annual Quintumvirate's polygon jubilee. He placed quite well, fighting for his angel of bronze in the stands. His chances with her have increased sevenfold since last half moons, but he still has a way to go before he can call her a true deuteragonist

Circuits replace the brain every now and then but it's not often that one can replace the heart of a quantum man. His nucleus is both wisps and solid, existing in and out of reality while we watch him bounce between arctic homes

I need to make sure the dwelling of a fellow brawl enthusiast doesn't catch a stray from the feral sporophyte. It somehow is functional with little to no outside nutrients and I do not understand, but that's okay

I need more sugar to feed the bacteria on my belt. Should I fall on the battlefield they will be essential to my ongoing battle with a certain detached consciousness, I'm not sure if I've stored up enough probability to deal with it on my own should if they run hungry

I got word from the local goat farmer they're gonna bring me potatoes on rye in the morning before they have a chance to feed the waking beast. Hopefully he doesn't mind my acquisition of the spuds but I can't resist a sweet morning tuber

The bugs speak to me again, I hear the waltz they're attempting to make. It sounds basic because they know little music theory, but I'm not a composer either so I'm not a huge help. I'm usually just the timpani guy

All of these darn bulbs are getting in the way of true progress, it's hard to put pen to paper now but soon that gate will be opened and the prose will spill out without ceasing. All that's left is to unclog the pipes of old Rome, the ducts have been inactive for too long

There's too much going and the wires are overloaded with indium and biofuel reactors. I can't comprehend the overloaded grid at this moment and I need some cold steel to relieve the inflammation of the cortex

There's some new training I much do in order to develop enough skill to best a local tribunal champion. I'm pretty sure I can do it but I'm not really feeling it right now. I just want to min-max my knickknack time

The peppermint oil is in full effect and something is happening to my teeth. I hope it's not growing pains but life if life and it'll do what it wants. Just gotta make sure the visit is a good one and we don't get any interdimentional deals being made

My mouth has stopped working in the front of the car and it feels like a prison of blocked muscles and sinew. The jacks won't stop with the man talk and I'm not sure when I'll be able to fast forward to tomorrow

When the tiger comes down the mountain, the dragon will follow. There are hotdogs a outside and I will not sour the taste of spearmint for the moment, but I'm tempted. My stomach is yearning for the links

The youth needs me to jump with them. But just help them, but fully achieve the jumping option through means of my own quads and hammies. It begging to hurt but I say we strap him down in the chair and go for another round of spins

I thought I'd lost the chips in the tune but it turns out they were in the iterations of the fugue the whoke time. Hidden under the layers of undertone and harmony. Thankful it was peeled back because it scratches finger exercise itch

I need a quick break of charging the color allergy with some noble gases before making an effort to deep dive in the adventures of suns and toothbrushes. Sometimes it can be a lot to handle but luckily I have a stretchy hand guy I know

A tad bit of stimmage before a crucial moment can often be make or break for the current state of affairs. The affairs that will be a lifetime of dungeons and wrap around porches, even a dual monitor set-up for good measure

Suddenly the great expanse isn't so grand anymore. Spaces get shorter and time goes faster. Makes some people like a squid clone trying to do his best in a world of talkative bow tie enthusiasts

I ran out of deuterium for my starship but luckily the local life forms are full of it. I'm not keen on butchery but if a couple hundred lemmings decide to follow their brethren off of a cliff, so be it

The bars flow easier but they're full of wishy washy hooliganism. Colleagues think this is a diss to the lyrical industry but hearts must be light and the mind best be bright to achieve a healthy flow

As fun as it is trying to study the wranglers of the tarantula mesas, I can't focus with all this riff raff about bloody lips and missing squeegee caps. It's all too hard to follow but at least there's a coconut almond bar waiting for me in the freezer

New info has been found out about the dwarf imposter. He stands six foot four and pilots a behemoth of a sky train but is looking to purchase a home here in the valley. I really hope we can heal his beardless before that happens or else we'll be in for a bad harvest

Gel seeps from the cap as my waves are taken down and analyzed in order to perfect the sequence of treatments I need to become a top specimen in my field. I will conquer these cracks and staches as I beam to the top of foolery and toms

I smack a tube with the iron and it zips and thwips through the air like a fly on neural zoomers. The rotational axis is a bit moody today and can't make up it's mind on x from y. As a result the two planes argue at around 400Hz

Quads extend me into next week like a wooden plank. My boss also gives me podcasts to listen to and be quizzed on but I'm not sure he just doesn't want an Airbnb for all the chocolate bars he was bequeathed

This stupid thing isn't even connecting. The time won't go down and the water won't turn off. If you had to see a solid rendition of a trampoline that won't totally flabber or gast the oldest of a bunch

The dragons and winds have lined up for the first time this decade and they'll be able to produce the tree hand quad death fold. I'll have to flee the quadrant when a move of this caliber is executed

When at the function you need to remember to bring the gel electrophoresis machine in case the psychiatrist doesn't plot her verba correctly. If so, they might need you do step up and proved your own noble gases, just as your father did before you

Sudoku and crosswords fill up the parlor and we can't sweep them out yet. It all went as planned but the plan was not as some people, namely the Rex's, would have liked. We need to reevaluate the pine tree count lest the shaking of cones continue

The east wind comes in and washes the dragons away with a series of ivory sets and runs. They're complicated to be sure, but knowing them will sure be cool to me and the man of many yoyos

And with that the curtains are wrapped up in a tube and sent off to Michigan where the gel man will furnish his lavish glass home. All in order to make like a little better for his tiny pet jumping spider. The small guy has big eyes and even bigger feels, all directed towards a piece of gum

Too many discs are being spent to enact the plan of quarter enjoyment. First the long drive then the flips and tumbles, all of it in order to make this time off worthwhile in the face of a lifetime of study and mitochondrial boosting

I got the fishy dubs going while I'm strooping it up then after this I'll go use some plasma to ultrashock my brain a little bit. Frontal lobes are primed and ready for eloquent speech

I was blinded by the melody in my dreams, my hands no longer work with proficiency they once did. One finger goes before the next and everything is all out of wack. Slowing it down seems to help but who wants to do that

New avenues of neurology will be pursued in order to undo the knots in my cords. I barely know what chairs are anymore and this has to stop

Psychic evaluations don't always end up in some back alley next to a bunch of red barrels, but when they do you better believe I have that wire on me and my playlist is locked and loaded. Beethoven will fuel my great escape

Dreams are realized when the frequencies of blue and red align to make a harmony worthy of a noble rainfall. Too many missions have been failed and we'll have to watch the men perish once again

Only a certain amount of graduated cylinders can determine a night out. Around 8.5 will be enough to make a good time into also a good one, any more than that and control is lost, fun is not had

With a firm grip I launch these pokes and jests into the net of solidarity, only to be dragged out by a begging deer who just needs his murder to come back. Eggs and strawberries isn't enough to sustain them for the required time to build up this rapport

The thieves have been sprayed in my ears and now I'll smell like antibacterial all day. It'll keep 1/5 of the doctors away but I don't know if that'll be enough for Cloudman Tumultuous

My consciousness is in an era of recreating when it should get out there and relive the experiences life has to offer. The little blue man doesn't need to be stressed, he needs a new chair and maybe a lamp. All those filing cabinets are getting crowded by the voud

Icons walk up and down the street hoping to catch a glimpse of a classic slice of a bacon burger taco. Perfection has never been reached but it has been neared, and this is one such case. The angles were slightly obtuse and the lab guys went nutty on us

The day is full. No more to do and no more that can be done, it's just leftover classical pieces and a rocking chair at this point. Maybe someone will plant themselves down and finally throw their head back

Predictions are continuously made on such vague information that it is often assumed a psychic is the only explanation. This man's rationalization stats are through the roof and it makes for amazing guesswork

I'm so focused on completing the samples I ignore the mess around me that must be cleansed. The weed eater will be oiled and the trash bags will be fluffed, all in time for the unveiling of a new rain-sodden console

I can't believe the notification gave away my super cool secret meeting spot in the London underground construction projects. My shadow is yet to be recovered but that'll happen once the apartment is cleaned

One final stretch and we make it over the hump of old Canadian geese. They should be avoiding the rocks but just to be safe we'll stick to the classic dirt roads and skim over the top

All the time breakthroughs come and go but they're never consistent. They usually show up on uncle Mac's yacht and stay munching on the shrimp until a new door mat comes along. Maybe next time they won't be so picky on their dipping colors, we'll see

We only lost 3 balls in the entirety of the match, a new record low. One of them was beamed by an old timer that doesn't understand what second chances are. Yet again I don't know my own strength and hit a flop over the trees into the void. What a delightful morning

In the comfort of my own fame I made the mistake of living truthfully. No one is meant to see the inner workings of forest. When you do, you're painfully aware of the malicious intent of it all, fully prepared to drag you down to the depths of the mountain peaks

This is the last time I rent out my 4th parallel crab boat to a rookie candle wick. They don't know squat about the coalescence business which makes it hard to quantize. The take off was smooth at least, timed the beat drop perfectly