Transport: Automatic Prose

That lost horse ever marched. Until despair was diving,
the daytime border whose belief couldn't focus laid Hell 
like the center. Why should fabric behind the variety twist?
We rust, but the central tongue about this flint-fought 
contract accepts this. When many were the selfs that certain 
peculiar druids could talk, who had you projected? The beginning 
caravan: delirium around certain treatments that the cedar 
leaves balloon. Until they have succeeded over delight, he 
guards it. Before their work is grain, when is a chiefly 
dreaming hair of the central plant that a coil bursts dying?
Stone frost cannot underlie me. The fire-fighting art was 
bluffing toward the guard-broken bracelet.