Transport: Automatic Prose

Until the Holy Ghost of charcoal that the dimension paraded 
continued to talk along caution whose speaker burst, when 
had childhood balanced? The blindfold: the face. Every treatment 
goes to dissipate below the lord whose design first does.
Since you are certain craters, why have churches around 
ten dresses grinned? Cider was response whose crime was sinking.
Triple coals whose chances will unbend were seven magnetic 
creators. After they were the earphone radio talents whose 
lakes came, the parade had asked earphone radio. Escaping 
is fear. Another deed is a vague standard who indeed trades 
the image of core. Fooled me, the line (the caravan) was 
the experiment.