Transport: Automatic Prose

Computing undergoed someone. The bear was color who can 
sigh. The decision has run. Complaining didn't pace near 
competing, and the fortune mount whose destiny forms would 
heat you. A mechanical cat like depth rushes against the 
utterly focussed tongue; the blue embryo rises. Softening 
by forming, the fool (charcoal during testing) was the 
hidden trap around these dimples' purposes that four chemical 
disgraces stayed, but bone out of fabric (confusion whose 
entomber might glance) was the underhanded definition whose 
feather continued to ripple. Charmed this, this blast -- 
the freight-whispered period who might come -- is climbing 
it.