Transport: Automatic Prose

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who laughed, the caucus was no running design around an asleep 
killed dews, and four blind spots plastic as mixture had 
vanished between the flames' hypotheses and communion. Had 
I approved the poor forge? A challenge into the roof along 
twelve banquets is brass; seven visible tools across the 
speech are the dams, but the brain whose ritual is crawling 
is flint. The blacksmith source gently owned me. Cedar whose 
dominion would function wanted to travel. What was the owner 
who shall shift the change brick opening? Has the discovery's 
sky who uncorks bondage involved confusion?