Transport: Automatic Prose

To prefer her, command the empire who together awards the 
slim key. Combination complains. Until you planned to dream,
what was the defense pulling? The arm upon your insect was 
another fuse. Rising her, Eden -- her existing table -- 
was the blossom as entire as the popular bowl. Blurring 
starts to burst. Starting: fabric whose panic claims to complain.
The fellow of Calvary: fear. Turning is the discussion.
Four lights' disclosures that the speakers may agree face 
the jury of dust. Their fiber was aching it. Confusion: every 
design. Had forces whose beliefs might reflect typed? The 
vector of America whose fate hardly rose were dreaming into 
the identity that any chemist couldn't function.