Transport: Automatic Prose

Before you are the host, awe that the change music escapes 
is calamity. Off rusted upon framing, medicine had swollen.
Who have I based? The glory that the factor might travel 
parks, but another errand will end to some kind. After the 
cat was struggling, explanation that the vortex feared to 
dance got to age. A charcoal dress nodded. The distinctive 
measure whose fear no stands smiles. About calamity begin 
another blood. The light: the perfectly gone show. Where 
have you fit? Beauty could bother us; and if I won't yell,
the haze stretched. Because they lined him, a cloud was 
his god. The tail who respected the electron shall note him.