Transport: Automatic Prose

Had he reflected? Unless eating is any temple, a bat near 
piercing (cedar without a landscape) votes. An inch on 
joys blows up your fabric whose distance shall compete. Where 
I am the kitchen whose Elijah might function, the rising 
column whose air has voted is auctioneer who makes to cost 
a worst killer. Particularly locked against rusting, the 
disclosure-determining epic promised fruit of the embryo 
detailed as ship. A fault disgraced him. Couldn't some still 
bird below their blacksmith volcano eclipse an arcing drug?
Underline someone. Twelve decades: blinking. The habit who 
flooded the hour-slept ritual put her. Competed out of the 
awe orange, a vengeful factory (a future) alone remains.