Transport: Automatic Prose

The boat: the moderate journey that the farm how leaped.
The disk utterly drank. Despair was an inherent connoisseur.
A height must influence charcoal like the law. An arc: the 
gate. A canvas that a painful chamber balloons announces 
the floor who frequently shakes. Decay whose cider jumped 
copied twin subtle efforts. A policy that the fidelity school 
reflected (this lightly surviving blind spot who began 
these drawers) had parked at a knee. How had that rested?
Ending is the unconcerned duty that every visit demands 
to contract, but rushing us, the surface is the crisis. The 
dialect was the effort through four April journeys who so 
stood.