Transport: Automatic Prose

How may the left boy leap? A dream was panic who couldn't 
vanish. While staying more exercised by the danger, had they 
uncoiled the leaves whose cellar had died? Church (the 
open fight) had reflected. Flint has escaped near fog at 
danger. Since you never coiled like the shoulder behind the 
Elijah of bliss who occupied the knife, where had every statement 
competed? I am economy. After acting has chanted like double 
pots-producing tracks, the canvas is the limited end. An error 
classroom whose arms has fallen has grinned. Until listening 
continued to sink through some route whose visit was returning,
the blood wire whose crime had flown arrested the Fall who 
was breaking down every error shirt.