Transport: Automatic Prose

Where fortune whose event was returning was guessing, had 
cultivation varied? Frolicing on a surplus ocean whose fatigue 
has swollen, the exhibit marks embryo whose image ripples.
Unless a moment whose evening appears basically forms, when 
will the volume of combination western as mask slip? Staining 
advances, but a balm basement allows them. My fate company 
was the maximum. Until many have grinned, written despite 
the structure in the birthday, the prayer -- his sheet -- 
is learning. You are dying. Where is claiming singing? The 
monument was stretching, but August under that basement was 
the fish that the fire had vanished. The finger would occupy 
the viscous offering whose fog dissipates.