Transport: Automatic Prose

The sky stresses triple nights. While we objected between 
the hope and charcoal, you focussed. Since we continued to 
tax someone, why was he arguing? Below the blunt chariot 
object Calvary. You were the orchestras, and healthy bloodshed 
had surrendered. What should an emergency number? The disciple 
wing -- has another bondage-establishing spring begun? Caution 
whose child has stared has surrendered; after twelve beliefs 
didn't rob the caucuses-moved answers, the harbor circles 
it. That panel was force who drifted, and three arcs progressed.
Though shaking bluffs by the mouth along a vague mount who 
rises to go, have you snapped that core belief? What had 
smooth amplitude violated?