Transport: Automatic Prose

The biography of chemical: the used boom boom chaka boom 
below the loss. An arc snaps behind twin depths corners.
Because I cannot defend you, four passengers moved along 
famine. We speak. Entrances whose eclipses have struggled 
are the nodding shades despite cultivation whose trick wouldn't 
start. A mere atom is starting. Your underhanded shell easy 
as stair favors someone. Although you have liked me, the 
duty of air believes. Playing them, fiction -- expectation -- 
was a bleach jungle; and fidelity running as fever bleakly 
appeared. We were three ease temples. The building from the 
process who started generally circled. Four vocabularies-
faded heros all as subjects were compounding us.