Transport: Automatic Prose

Blackouts: the screens who do assist seven still foot. She 
can't forge Bethlehem. What have you attained? The home was 
rippling. Armed ease impossible as ghost, the wish -- the 
camp over the current -- fights to wait across the cathedral 
as suspended as embryo, and you are tall battles who are 
aging. Unless we are smiling, suffered inside death, the 
smell invades the circle. You buy core whose wing vary. Before 
betrayal coiled, I was the evening's bloodstream. Have these 
specified the intervals largest as capital? Beyond the expectation 
who was parking slide the thin limits on the cheap elf whose 
existence fought to insist. Although they were ten blunt 
darknesses through city, who were we balancing?